But in just a few seconds after closing her eyelids, the breath of the Nun on the Isolated Island calmed down.
'Already asleep? That was quick.'
Reaching out to place a hand on the Nun's forehead, feeling the cold sweat gradually forming, the Hero's expression turned solemn, shaking his head slightly.
'No, this is… being swallowed.'
At the moment her eyelids closed, it was as if she lost the foothold of reality, the ground beneath turned into a pitch-black bottomless pit, leading her to fall directly into slumber without any buffer.
The darkness within herself turned into a vortex, cold seawater instantaneously engulfed her, dragging her down into the deep Black Abyss.
Driven by the instinct to survive, she desperately reached out, trying to float to the water surface, but her once prideful swimming skills vanished traceless, she was like her younger self, struggling powerlessly in the turbulent undercurrent.
