But he could no longer think about whether Visha was safe. A voice in the abyss echoed. It wasn't loud. But it was clearly present.
"Only those brave enough to face what others cannot will pass."
The pressure around him becomes heavier. There is nothing for him to hold on to, and nothing to help him resist the pressure. He couldn't help asking himself where the pressure came from. What is the threat? How will he defend himself with no cover?
Still, nothing appeared, and the pressure became heavier, threatening to push him down. As he struggled against the pressure, the water began to move. Shapes began to appear.
These shapes were of other snakes. Uri, still under pressure, saw their bodies rising from the depths. It took him a fraction of a second to realize what these snakes were. They were all him, different versions of himself.
