The deeper she plunged into the sea, the more palpitations Farosa felt. She knew the deep sea wasn't a safe place even before the departure, but this form of crisis revived an ancient fear.
"Wench of Aquilia, how dare you plot to murder me." The god's voice thundered and resonated in Farosa's mind for a long time.
She was jolted awake by the voice from her seat on the shuttle machine. Farosa was disoriented, having been excited about her youth just moments ago, now a trace of fear crept in. The shout from the deity seemed like an illusion, yet as if it were just beyond one compartment.