Cetas floated aimlessly in the darkness, his head filled with thoughts of regret and giving up. But that immediately vanished as he regained a vitality within him.
Gaining his sanity back, Cetas immediately activated his Zeal.
Seeing the familiar grain of sand in front of him, he propelled his body forward.
How long have I done this? When will it end?
He swam until he reached his limit and then repeated his previous action.
He let the current below control his body, surrendering his actions to the depths.
It'll be gone anyways..
Although he gained a newfound sense of indifference, Cetas still couldn't help but shudder in anticipation.
Within a moment's passing, Cetas' face suddenly disappeared. And within another moment, it reappeared as if nothing had happened.
This cycle repeated for who knows how long. With each one, a deep sense of fear embedded itself inside Cetas.
Not a fear for pain or a random part of himself vanishing.
