Caspian stood at the edge of the ancient pond, as he decided to leave Zareth alone.
Stripped down to his inner garments, he inhaled deeply.
With a determined step, he plunged into the water.
The pond was neither cold nor warm, its temperature unnervingly neutral.
The liquid seemed thicker than normal water, clinging to his skin as he submerged himself up to his neck.
He could feel the faint hum of energy coursing through him, subtle but undeniable.
As he floated there.
{So, this is the legendary pond you were so eager to find,} Bloodmoon remarked, its tone curious yet skeptical.
"Yeah," Caspian muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
{And its purpose?. Something about strengthening the soul, wasn't it?}
Caspian nodded, closing his eyes.
"Strengthens the soul, that's what the novel said. Although…" He hesitated.
