In the icy, bone-chilling seawater, Charles dragged his dilapidated body toward the light in that mysterious city.
Anna had been persuaded by him to leave, although she said she would definitely find a way to rescue herself from this place and told him to hide below and wait for her.
Charles had agreed to wait for Anna down there, but of course, that was a lie.
No matter the outcome, Anna had to leave this dangerous place first; whatever happened next would be his own affair.
Charles swam slowly, moving at a snail's pace, occasionally losing parts of his body which he would then retrieve with his tentacles.
But after that god had departed, nothing else disturbed Charles and he slowly made out the nature of the light.
The light was not a key, but a massive humanoid glow.
The entirely white figure was shrouded in a pale, bizarre halo – a color born of terror and aberration, stunningly beautiful in its own shocking way.
