Countless undercurrents and shock waves beneath the River Styx tossed everyone inside the submarine every which way. Annomyn flew up, smashed his head against the instrument panel overhead, then landed in a split. Clutching his crotch, he rolled across the floor in agony.
Samir crashed headfirst into an air pipe, and the white steam that burst out nearly cooked him alive. The handsome Warlock of the Dragonspike family was almost disfigured by the devil-built machinery. He hurriedly pressed his arm against the leak, scalding a layer of skin off his palm.
Only the Succubus Eleanora and Dark Elf Sister Nastya managed an elegant midair twist thanks to their flexibility and agility, escaping injury. Morgan and Waukeen, meanwhile, stayed obediently in their seats and avoided the disaster.
Aaron struggled with the controls for ages, but the submarine still refused to start properly. The devils' precision instruments were difficult to understand, let alone analyze on the spot. Furious, he kicked the console.
"Beep, beep, beep~"
Instead, that kick brought the submarine to life. The needles on several large instrument panels swung into their normal ranges.
The devil-built submarine had started!
Rumble~ The propeller spun, and the submarine finally began moving beneath the surface of the River Styx.
Everyone in the party finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They were so close, so close!
They were just one step away from completing their mission to rescue Waukeen!
At that moment, even Aaron could not keep the joy off his face.
Please, no more surprises at the very last moment.
Just as Annomyn, Samir, and Aaron concentrated on controlling the submarine, Waukeen suddenly spoke from her seat behind them. "Pazuzu is here. Baphomet is here too. I can feel them."
The goddess of wealth sat upright, a moving smile blossoming on her face. She