The Devil's Hollow

The inky darkness of the deep waters stretched around them, an abyss without end. The eerie glow of the mana-infused ocean flora barely provided enough illumination, casting faint, wavering lights that flickered like dying embers in the void.

Narissara floated upwards from where she had been resting, her long hair flowing gently with the water's current, her gaze settling on Rowena, who still sat silently, eyes distant, body unmoving.

"I still feel guilty that I am bringing you along instead of letting you rest," Narissara finally said, her voice softer than usual, though it carried the weight of unspoken concern.

Rowena blinked slowly, her crimson eyes shifting toward her.