Hallelujah Frolov gently rubbed his temples. Months of life in a mental hospital without seeing sunlight had left his nerves in a constant state of tension.
"Professor Frolov, there's still time." The lean, capable Mitchell Megan spoke softly, then handed Professor Frolov a cup of warm water. She had filled it from the airport water dispenser, adding a little hot water before using the spell Fountain of Water granted by her ring to make it warm.
"If you're feeling tired, you can take a nap here. Our flight won't take off for another two hours," Mitchell Megan said thoughtfully.
"Thank you, Miss Megan." Professor Frolov took a small sip of warm water, then licked his somewhat parched lips. In hoarse, heavily accented English, he said, "I've grown accustomed to light sleep and constant vigilance."
To be precise, Professor Frolov had not slept well since encountering that blasphemous creature on a barren rock near Iceland.
That bizarre, frog-headed monster calling itself a Deep One seemed to have flipped some switch inside Professor Frolov. From that day onward, he had been plagued by nightmares without end.
After the rescue team brought him back, Professor Frolov tried psychotherapy, massage, hypnosis, and even the so-called mysterious witch doctors from the East, but none of it worked—
Professor Frolov's sleeping problems did not improve. Instead, they only grew worse.
Whenever night fell, strange nightmares tormented him, dreams filled with indifferent gazes and indescribable scenes of horror.
He would often wake drenched in sweat, his heart racing, consumed by immense fear and anxiety.
He desperately needed an outlet, some way to vent these terrifying and troubling truths—
So he began writing books. He hoped someone could share this fear with him, but out of fear, he did not directly mention the name "Deep One" in his