406 One Will Die

Further and further Frey descended into the darkness, his limbs uselessly flailing through the murky waters. His open eyes stared lifelessly at a hazy light that was just out of reach. 'Finally…rest.' His thoughts echoed aloud.

He allowed his head to sink back yet, like an insomniac lying in bed, his mind refused to shut off. An invisible thread halted him on the boundary of the pitch-black. He tensed, remembered the goblin cave and the piercing fear that had pushed him to victory.

'Enough…I'm tired.'

The thread gently caressed his back.

He blinked. 'What is this?'

Pain shot through his thigh and he coughed up bubbles of air, which rose to the surface and popped. The far away light dove into the water, rocketing through his thigh and amplifying the pain. He flinched away. The light stretched out in five directions, forming fingers of flaming, white aura. A small, delicate hand yanked him up towards the surface.