Garion steadied his stance on the seabed, shoulders tightening as the pressure closed in once more.
He narrowed his eyes. "Which one is it… the one who broke through?"
[Let's not talk about that now… let it be a surprise.]
Garion's brow twitched, and he shook his head. "Oh, come on. Just tell me."
[No. I want to see your face when you meet them. How could I spoil that now?]
He exhaled sharply through his nose, irritation flickering across his face. "You're enjoying this way too much."
Then, suddenly, something clicked. "Wait a minute… Did you just say them?"
Garion's head lifted slightly. "How many?"
[Look at you… you're already reacting like this before even seeing them. I wonder what will your face really be when you actually face them.]
Garion's frown deepened. "Atlas… what the hell? Just tell me."
But no matter how much he pressed, Atlas remained silent.
Garion's jaw tightened, his fist clenching. "Being overtaken by one was already bad enough… but more than one?"
