Frozen, Demo stands motionless. Still, there is one who acts.
With a desperate lunge Pluto tries to stop the maiden.
Too late!
She flings herself from the edge of the cliff!
Down she falls, down, finally to plummet into the cold depths of the Tarn of Eternity.
Pluto turns, dives into those murky waters. Plummets downward to rescue her from their frigid embrace!
As the waves touch him he screams.
The waters roil and tear at him as though the tarn were a living creature, a beast of prey. Blood stains the roiled surface.
Demo rushes down the tortured pathway, his lungs and throat burning. A stone turns and he falls, slipping over the edge of the escarpment. The roiling waters of the Tarn of Eternity licks hungrily at the boulders below. They crash against the shore, waiting for their next prey.
Slowly, painfully, he regains the path, continues his precipitous journey. Finally arriving at the rock strewn shore, he throws himself down as the air rushes through his burning throat.
There is no sign of life on the Tarn. The water, never still, moves in chaotic pattern. Swirls and streams, whirlpools and rapids, never still.