"My Lord…!"
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"He's dying, help him…!"
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"If he falls on your soil, the Ashbourne lords will not be kind. Do whatever you can… bring him back!"
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Voices echoed in the mind of a man with snow white hair. It made his face which had been peaceful for the past few days wrinkle, attracting the attention of a watcher.
With a soft groan, Asher opened his eyes, his pupils slowly adjusting to the unexpected sight of sparkling blue water above him.
A massive fish loomed in the distance, its shadow undulating across the seafloor. Sunlight scattered across the water's surface, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.
Yet, despite being able to see the top, Asher knew he was too deep to be spotted by anyone above.
"What's going on?" he muttered, struggling to comprehend how he'd ended up at the bottom of this incredibly deep pool – and how it was possible for him to be surrounded by water within a dome that was, impossibly, free of water.
