But Hadjar no longer heard the demon’s voice. He saw a drowning girl in front of him, one who looked exactly like Helen. The fact that she couldn’t exist in the Nameless World didn’t bother him at all. He kept trying to get closer to her, able to feel that, with each stroke, he was moving away from the surface and drowning.
He kept trying to at least reach her, to touch the girl sleeping in the lake’s darkness. Her hair was scattered amongst the rays of light that caressed her slightly pale skin. A little more... a little more and…
“She’s dead, Boris,” a voice said softly. “Dead because of you... Do you want your other woman to die for the same reason?”
These words woke him up like a slap. He hovered in the darkness of the water and watched the girl floating away, disappearing into t
