Greece, Athens, South Villa –

Demos woke up from his sleepy sleep and slowly opened his heavy eyelids. His temples were swollen, and in his misty vision, he saw a teenager lying at the head of his bed, his neck straight, and his expression anxiously watching his every move on the bed.

“...... Terry ...... How are you?"

Demos was surprised, he recognized that the person in the form of this young man was Triton, the mermaid prince, so he asked him in confusion.

"You've been spelled by Sleep, and I've just untied it for you. ”

Triton replied.

"That'...... How long have I slept like this?"

After hearing this, Demos came to his senses completely. He sat up from the boat and turned his head to look around at the scene, confirming that he was at home in the villa in the South Side.

Turning back to look at Triton, Demos was in a big jump.

The once handsome young man now showed an unimaginable prostration in front of his eyes.

For some reason, the mermaid prince didn't wear a single piece of clothing, only a large towel for the bathroom around his waist.

Demos recognized the hanging towel, which was his own.

It is understandable that when the naked Triton sneaked into his South Villa just now, he probably took it to cover his exposed parts to cover his uglyness.

However, what caught Demos's eye the most was Triton's exposed skin in broad daylight.

It seems that for a long time before meeting Demos, Triton seemed to have been soaked in water, so that at this time, his flesh skin had been swollen and white from long-term soaking, and he had lost the color of healthy skin.

What made Demos even more shocking was that on the surface of this fragile skin, there were also scars of different sizes and lengths, and even in some places, even the belt meat was cut off with a sharp weapon.

These scars are not difficult to teach people to know at the first glance what kind of inhuman abuse and torture the owner of this body has suffered, and how many unknown murder weapons have been scratched to make it what it is now.

Because they had been in the water for too long, not a drop of blood had escaped from these scars, and each knife had turned up the skin of swollen and white flesh, faintly emitting a foul smell.

Demos couldn't bear to look at it, he remembered the truth of the events that Carreta had told him before, and he was shocked and asked:

"Triton, is it really Aquaman...... Poisoned you?"

Terry straightened his back, and this action immediately caused the pain all over his body, pulling out bursts of pain from tearing skin and flesh.

"Hey, don't you matter!"

Seeing that Triton was trembling with pain, Demos hurriedly reached over to help him. However, his fingers were about to touch his body, but the wound on his body made it difficult for the hand to say anything to land.

Triton grinned, looked at Demos intently, and continued with a serious expression:

"Leave me alone now, my body can still hold on. God of Darkness, I rushed into your house to tell you about a great matter of urgency. Kareta is in trouble right now, and she desperately needs your help. If it's too late, I'm afraid the end will really be irreparable!"

"What? Carret?...... Carette!"

Demos subconsciously hugged his head with both hands, and his mind was trying to remember all the things that had happened before he got into bed.

"I went to Santorini with Carrete...... After that, we ...... together But why...... Why did she use spells on me?"

Demos hadn't forgotten the fact that Carreta had used a sleep spell on him after spending the night with him. Suddenly, he had a very bad feeling in his heart.

I only heard Triton say again:

"Actually, I don't really know the cause and effect of the whole incident. I've always been sealed by Aquaman's five senses, and I've turned into a fish and locked up in a glass jar. By the time he regained his human form, the Aquaman's primordial spirit had been collected by the Goddess of Blood into the Broken Mind Cauldron. And Kareta, who drank the poison from Hades, 'Larenia, is now taken to the Dark Temple, and her life and death are unknown!"

Triton seemed to care more about the preciousness of time, and explained the past as much as he could, without taking a few breaths.

“！”

After Demos listened to the narration, the expression on Joon's face was instantly blocked by incomparable astonishment.

Carreta ...... Drinking poison...... Broken Mind Pot...... How can there be a Cali ......

What was all this going on? What did Kareta do during the time I was asleep?

"Don't panic, God of Darkness, you should go to Hades first!"

At this time, Triton's reminder made Demos suddenly brightened.

He immediately came to his senses, and he rolled over and got out of bed, ready to leave.

"Wow!" Triton suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong with you?" Demos was startled by his voice, and Leng Leng looked at him.

Terry turned his face to the side, his face flushed with shame. He closed his eyes and pointed at Demos with one hand:

"Put ...... Please bring your clothes ...... Wear ......"

“...... Sorry!"

Demos realized from Triton's embarrassment that he was already naked, but he couldn't care too much, and hurriedly searched for his clothes......

——

When Karette regained consciousness, she was walking slowly along with a long procession.

As far as the eye could see, there was a pitch black color, so chaotic that one could not find the direction at all.

Raising her head, she looked around in confusion.

It's pitch black, it's still pitch black, like being in a secluded and far away mine.

Kareta followed the vast procession through the silent darkness. In the eyes, there are no peaks, no rocks, only heavy stacks of smoke and mist, floating in the eternal night as heavy as a rock, it is as heavy as a rock.

Kareta looked up weakly, and she saw that above her head, there were countless fires of fluorescent green, which were burning strangely and vigorously, and the starry arrangement was like a sky lantern hanging in the air, illuminating the winding road to the unknown end for her and the advancing queue.

With the help of the firelight, she tried to stretch her gaze to look farther away.

Not far from the left and right, several strangely shaped stone bridges spanned the gloomy void, and some gloomy gray lakes hung over the unfathomable abyss, like low ink clouds on a rainy day.

From time to time, a cold wind blew beside her, falling on Carette's thin body, and her blonde hair and long skirt fluttered in the wind, becoming the only bright spot in this endless dark world.

Her ears were filled with very strange voices, or screaming violently, or howling at a moment's notice, and even sobbing and sobbing, all the way to each other, endlessly, and she was even more creepy to hear.

Where is this? When is it? Why is it so dark?

All sorts of questions arose in Karete's mind.

She walked step by step, as if drawn to some kind of power in the underworld, and it was difficult to stop even if she wanted to.

She felt that her body was light, and it didn't take much effort to take every step. She was like a weightless bubble, free from the ground's sucking, half-walking, half-drifting and moving forward.

Suddenly, an even more critical question arose in her mind:

Wait, who am I-

Memories are trying to find answers, but in the end they find nothing.

At this moment, all her memories are blank, she doesn't know her past, she can't even call her name.

A cold wind swept over Karet's body, and she shivered and began to be inexplicably afraid.

Who am I, and why do I have to walk on such endless night roads?

There were so many questions that she finally stopped.

Kareta stepped out of the queue and watched as the long, lifeless line continued to walk slowly.

She really didn't want to move forward. It seemed that the power that guided her just now was still exerting its effect on her body, and she could only feel her fluttering body being dragged and pulled by it, and kept moving forward at a constant speed, on the way where she couldn't see her fingers......

No, I don't want to go on like this—

Carette became angry for no reason, thought about it sideways, and began to fight hard. She wanted to give up the idea of continuing her journey completely, so she swayed from side to side with her slender body, trying in vain to break free from the control of that mysterious force.

A burning sting pain in her left shoulder, she screamed and collapsed, long forgetting that it was the imprint of a soul pact with the ruler of hell, the punishment that was being carried out on her for refusing to obey.

"You're not ready...... aren't you ready?"

A voice came from the darkness above Karet's head, sounding like a boy who wasn't too old, but his aggressive and calm tone showed his innate domineering and majesty.

Kareta raised her head as if she had been savior, and her gray eyes looked at the boundless blackness, and asked eloquently:

"Who are you...... Do you know who I am?"

In the darkness, the boy's voice did not answer immediately.

She was even more anxious, and immediately asked again:

"I just want to know my name! You, you know, can you tell me?"

"Forget it......"

The boy's voice from the void just now spoke again, but the tone of his voice added a lot of helplessness and sadness:

"Forget about it...... Your name, the things about your past, have nothing to do with you anymore......"

With that, the voice let out another cool sigh.

"How can it be with myself...... What ...... irrelevant?"

Carreta listened more and more confused, repeated his words with some confusion, and then summoned up the courage to continue to ask him:

"But I always know where I'm going, and I'm always on my way, where am I going?"

"To a world where there is no sorrow or distress, no worries and sorrows......"

It was still the same voice, and when it sounded again, it was already in a categorical tone:

"The end is ahead, that's your choice at the beginning! Now, please continue on your journey as you originally wished—"

For some reason, as soon as this unusually firm voice fell, the power that guided her became even stronger.

And Kareta no longer struggled, as if she had been ignited by the child's voice just now, all the doubts in her heart were dispelled in an instant, and she became no longer anxious and hesitant.

By this time, Kareta had completely calmed down and had become desireless. She slowly stood up, obediently opened her legs, and continued to move forward with the mighty marching procession.