With the roar of the current around her, the water struck the ground with force, sweeping away everything nearby—tables, objects, goblins, or humans—like an unstoppable wave that devoured everything in its path.

The force of the water created a violent stream that surged down the stairs, dragging everyone's bodies without distinction, their screams and groans swallowed in the chaos.

However, Leonar—or rather, the voice controlling his body—remained inexplicably unaffected by the current.

'Alright... here we go,' the voice thought as everything around it was tossed about, yet its figure moved smoothly, navigating the turbulence with surprising speed and agility.

Gliding deftly between the furniture and bodies that slammed against the walls, the voice handled the situation with remarkable calm, dodging anything that tried to grab hold of it.

Coins, gold, or the occasional weapon floating in the water barely posed an obstacle.

In the midst of the chaos, the voice—completely indifferent to the humans and monsters fighting for their lives, drowning in this flood—focused entirely on reaching the exit.

'Tsk... this body better hold up...' it thought in frustration, feeling the strain starting to affect Leonar's flesh after swimming submerged for so long.

Though the current didn't hinder it at all, physical exhaustion was inevitable.

For a moment, Leonar's consciousness tried to resurface, but she quickly suppressed it.

'He thinks he can take control now? He has to be kidding,' the voice thought, speeding up its pace, swimming faster and faster.

If she lost control of Leonar's body now, there was a high chance he'd get lost or panic, just like the other humans, especially with the darkness under the water.

Finally, after traversing the last passageways, she reached the point from which they'd come—the place where the tunnel rose into a gap overhead.

The entire area was flooded, water pouring with pressure from the other branching tunnels.

Taking a moment to breathe, the voice picked the passage where the water flowed with the most force and started swimming toward it, leaving the others behind.

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Every stroke required more effort from Leonar's body. Although the current was now helping her, his limbs began to feel heavy, and the lack of oxygen was taking its toll due to the length of the escape, but her determination pushed her onward.

After a few minutes, just as she felt Leonar's body was reaching its limit, she reached the exit.

The water propelled her outward with pressure, but she emerged smoothly, keeping her balance and gasping for air.

'I didn't think it'd take this much effort… no doubt I'm way too weak,' the voice thought, coughing slightly.

At that moment, Leonar regained consciousness, feeling the breeze and fresh air on his face.

Confused, he looked around, noticing the mountain behind him, where water was still pouring out from a hole in the rock.

He stepped back a bit, trying to process what had happened.

From his perspective, a few seconds ago, he was in the goblins' casino, but now…

Now he was here, alone.

"What… what was all that? Where are we?" Leonar asked, bewildered.

The voice, with a calm tone, replied:

"You're safe."

Not understanding, Leonar glanced back toward the source of the torrent.

"Where are the others?" Leonar asked, still confused.

The voice responded evasively, with a touch of coldness:

"What do you mean by 'the others'...?"

"The other humans… everyone who was with me at the casino," he replied, trying to understand the situation.

"They… stayed behind," the voice answered, growing slightly worried by how Leonar was reacting.

She'd never heard him show concern for those people before, so she had assumed they didn't matter to him, prioritizing his safety above all else…

Alarmed, Leonar insisted, "What do you mean, 'stayed behind'? Why is so much water coming out from there?"

The voice sighed lightly before answering, almost impatiently.

"Did you want to survive or not?"

"What are you talking about?" Leonar asked, even more confused.

"I made the safest decision for you, given… the pitiful state of your body."

More than an answer, Leonar felt it was a complaint from her.

It was the second time he'd heard her criticize his physical state, but what he couldn't shake from his mind now were two people.

The man who'd lent him money and Damian.

Where were they?

Were they alright?

Did they escape another way?

Where was all this water coming from?

Despite knowing them only briefly, imagining that people he'd spoken with so recently and liked could now be dead…

The mere thought sent a chill down his spine.

'There's no way she let them all die... is there?' he wondered, but the voice connected to him heard his thought, and it made her uneasy.

Then, like a flash of light, Leonar remembered something important she'd told him before.

She… could control the water.

"Hey."

"What's up?" the voice asked, slightly nervous.

"What's your name?" Leonar asked directly.

"My name?" the voice repeated, surprised.

"Yes, your name," Leonar pressed, with a hint of frustration.

"My name is Eleonora, why do you ask?" Eleonora responded, confused.

"Eleonora… you said I could use your powers for personal reasons, didn't you?" Leonar asked immediately.

"Of course."

"Then… tell me right now where my companions are."