"What happens when they're consumed?" Reinhard forced the words through. "Do they just die?"
"They begin to dissolve as they sink deep into the ocean." Mimir's claws flexed against Reinhard's shoulder. "From the sins, curses, and sorrows of the entire world being applied onto the person who fell inside or is captured."
Reinhard's expression shifted, and his eyes narrowed. "How..." His voice cracked before he swallowed and tried again. "How many curses is that?"
Mimir tilted his head, the gesture almost contemplative despite the horror of his words. "Billions. Maybe even more." A pause. "It depends on how potent this tide is and how much suffering it has been devouring over time."
"There are levels to this!?" Marie's voice pitched higher, each word sharp with disbelief.
