Carrying him steadily toward the depths of the lake.
The light slowly gets swallowed bit by bit.
Light blue, deep blue, until the water body finally turns pitch black.
He feels as if he has fallen into an extremely quiet world.
All the chaos is left behind, as if returning to the primordial state of life.
"Lord Meteora? Lord Meteora?"
He attempts to communicate with the Lake God, but there seems to be no response.
His body continues to sink downward.
He doesn't know how much time has passed.
His feet touch a fine sandy ground.
Unlike the pitch-black water body above, at the bottom of Blue Lake, the water here emits a strange luminescence like a sea of stars.
[This place, is the heart of Blue Lake, and also the root of my existence.]
Meteora's voice sounds, more ethereal than when it was by the shore, but with added solemnity.
It extends its hand, not touching Gauss, but the water around him starts to spin faster, forming a slow and steady vortex.
