It's getting quiet inside

It's not over yet." Dryard's voice was short and firm. The fragments left in the cave haven't even sunk in yet, The tide is coming back from the sea. "Those who are coming from here." I'm not running away. They're dragging us." Naird raises his head. The flow of water is clearly connected. From the cave to the coast, on the road between the sandy beach and the coral reef. "You have to catch up." "If you miss it here, Lose the entire flow." Let's go outside Salt crystals are spread on the sand. moving debris The traces of a damned spirit devoured by salt It rises again like a wave. The more you get it right Salt multiplies and hardens the ground. The dryer reacts immediately. a spletcher shot. The arrow spreads and divides the crystal layer, The afterglow of vision permeates through the cracks. The fog is falling again. Arms-like shapes It pops out of the fog. Your body temperature is gone, The momentary sense of direction is misaligned. But this time Naid moves first. The waves wrap around your ankles undo the balance. "Don't just look ahead." "Look at the flow." at the same time as I said that The homing shot is flying. Find yourself the shadow in the fog Dispersing, Rip it before it gets back together. among the coral reefs A huge crust is breaking and popping out. The fragments of coral are scattered like they explode, Sand and water splatter at the same time. Dried food is Take out the Blizzard Sword and swing it. The blade of ice wraps around the debris After stopping in the air, Break it all at once. in the meantime The bottom of the mud rumbles. Things that pop out for the legs shapes crawling out of the boundary between land and water. Naid slaps his hand. a column of water rises Sweep out the mud, The dryer runs on it. on the ocean side The shadow of the shipwreck moves. The moment we hit each other a sign of a ghostly spirit from within. "That's too much." Dried says. Quickly, without stopping. Shoot, cut, push. This is not annihilation. It's a chase. Between the sandy beach and the coral reef, At the border where the sea and the land meet Naird picks his breath. “…I can feel it." "Stay ahead." "Taking all this away." Center of the next wave." The waves are not here yet. But the ocean is already take a deep breath. And from the front The next fight is be waiting for