Bab 113: Show him!

Instantly the differences between this room and any before it were clear to Ren, as a pathway made of stone sat around a body of murky water, holding an unseen depth.

The bridge that stood above the harrowing depths was weathered and slippery, holding a translucent layer of the deathly, likely disease-holding water. In the center of the murky room, at the end of the somber path sat a circular flooring of stone, shaking subtly from the push of the flowing water.

"Of course there has to be a water level. I see these old gods really do have a bone to pick with mortals…"

"Doesn't matter what Asterius throws at me, I'll cut it all apart with my blades. I know he's watching, somewhere--probably pissing himself."

Entranced once more by the concept of bloodshed, this time, Goldheve opted to reach behind his back, pulling out two jagged blades that resembled a cross between shortswords and saws.

"How do you even know we're going to fight anything?"