The water was freezing, cold to the point that I started to shiver as soon as I took the plunge.
On top of it, the fog was so thick I could barely see two inches in front of my face, pressing in from all sides like a solid wall of snow.
I heard those skin-crawling whispers for a very short, very eerie second.
Then the Mask of Nobody's enchantment took effect, and all I could hear afterward was the sound of the ocean sloshing around my ears and my own muffled breathing.
Thank God for ancient artifacts.
…Of course, it was a manner of speech. I couldn't actually thank God for it because I killed the one who made it.
Heh.
Yeah, yeah, I know the joke was so on the nose, but I just like to keep reminding people that I killed a God at the young age of seventeen.
It's one of my proudest achievements in life.
Nothing ever tops that sensation, you know?
