There was something at the far end of my senses. It gave off a chill worse than anything I'd faced so far, which was saying something.
'I just can't get enough of this place, can I?'
I didn't know if it was the right way to go. But it seemed like the only way if we wanted to survive.
So even though I felt an immense repulsion at the idea, I let it happen.
I dragged myself up, pulling Ilse with me, and as the water swelled again, both of us pushed forward, working our legs for everything they had left.
The adrenaline that warned my body and drove it on ahead of the wave of death was quite fascinating. Every brush with death in this damn place seemed to feed it a little more, in some terrifying way.
I was numb to it. Well, not entirely numb. I still feared Death, of course.
But I found myself making cold calculations, even precise decisions, despite the way it loomed over me.
Like the decision to keep going, even with something dangerous clearly waiting ahead.
