As she floated above the water, her body barely supported by a weak current, Eleanor let her thoughts darken even further. She gazed at the murky reflections dancing on the surface, then simply told herself: "It would be better if I disappeared." This idea, as grim as it was, brought her a form of bitter peace. She thought that she would no longer have to fight, no longer have to endure betrayals, no longer have to relive those painful memories that haunted her every night. Just nothingness. Nothing else.
Yet, at that precise moment, something changed in the water around her. A demonic mana began to seep through her pores, then into her veins. This icy energy spread slowly, as if it were seeking every corner of her weakened body to take control. Eleanor felt this foreign force trying to consume her from within. She wanted to fight back, but her muscles no longer responded. "Just let it happen," she thought with resignation. She no longer even had the strength to reject the invader.
