Darkness.
Getting pulled into the depths of the water, all An'as felt was darkness.
An endless and suffocating darkness.
The hands were all over him.
They pulled him deeper and deeper into the depths of the water. He tried to reach up to cling to something... but it was useless.
There was nothing.
The darkness continued to swallow him whole.
'Come, An'as... You can rest now.'
'There's no need for you to devote yourself to a Goddess you might never have seen.'
'It was merely an act to show the benevolence of the Goddess to the people in the city.'
'Do you really think they care about you?'
'...The guys who took away your organs are probably the same guys who gave them back to you. It's all the same. I know you know. So stop clinging to them. Just let yourself go.'
The deeper he sank, the louder the voices became.
So did the number of hands.
They pulled him deeper and deeper into the water.
