Ozias stared straight ahead at the lady sitting without care on the railings, as if she wasn't risking falling into the water below. She had long flowing white hair and striking blue eyes hidden behind a pair of blue tinted sunshades. She had a long blue dress on, with blue heels to match. Her appearance was that of someone coming from a night party or something. The cloth was revealing, somewhat, but Ozias didn't seem to be looking at that. Instead, his eyes were trained on a dog seated close to her, staring straight at him with its soulless eyes. It was a Zombie, albeit a dog. ‘Come to think of it, I haven't seen animals around since this all began… Not even birds,’ Ozias thought.The dog was a Dobermann, its body decaying already, with its spine even shooting through its skin. The dog just sat there, staring at the lady like a loyal guard dog. Ozias didn't know what to make of the situation, until the lady spoke. “Hello, handsome… What brings you here?” Her voice came with a

___[Second born of Zerathul]–––Ozias hesitated for a moment, before his mind went back to something his grandfather had told him once. Fighting against a current was futile most of the time. The best option was to go with it, and see where it took you. ‘That’s suicide!’ Ozias snapped internally, but it didn't look like he had much of a choice, because the next moment the crowbar unhooked, and he was taken away. ‘Grandpaaaa!!!’ Ozias screamed, blaming old Draven for his bad luck. Ozias was taken for one of the craziest rides of his life. His body flailed across the water, breaking several stalagmites and columns in the process. The water was nearing the ceiling already, his body nearly grazing some stalactites even. The water flowed through a cave, taking him deeper into the tunnel system. Slowly, his lungs began to burn. Without oxygen, he was suffocating, and his body was weakening. Flow could make the body superhuman, but even superhumans had limits. He had lasted longer