a place passing by from the sea

The sea was not calm. I could hear something scratching up from under the water. "Here you are... Terminal." Naird said lowly. The border where the sea meets the sea, an artificial channel where the current flows in only one direction. It wasn't natural. It was intentionally made. At that moment, the color of the water changed. A salty white wave broke the surface of the water. A shape formed by intertwining bones and crystals slowly comes to mind. Salt-relic. The more it fits, the thicker the salt crystals that cover the body, and the ancient debris that slows down its movement. Dried lifts the crossbow without hesitation. "Break everything in the way." When the first shot flew away, the crystal splashed and the waves split. But the fog rolled in at the same time. Armored shadows take shape in the fog. a mist clutter. The cold air penetrates the skin, The sense of direction breaks down for a moment. "Close your eyes!" Naid shouts and spins the sword. Water and wind mix to tear up the fog. Shadows scatter without screaming in the place where the sword has passed. At that time, the rock walls on both sides of the waterway are broken and a huge crustacean appears. a coral breaker. Every time the body of a monster made of coral splits Shards splatter everywhere like an explosion. The dryer absorbs the shock by putting its roots into the floor. The bullet of the crossbow penetrates the rock and coral and penetrates the core. "Now!" Naid steps on the waves and leaps. The sword cuts the nucleus in a wave. The monster sinks with the corals. But it wasn't the end. The waterway itself shakes. The stream of water from the waterway intertwines like a thread, twisting the space. Tide Weaver. The road goes wrong, and the direction you're trying to go is forced to change. "It's not a fight, it's a distraction." The dryer mumbles low. She doesn't freeze the water. Instead, it raises the ground. Soil and stones rise from the bottom of the waterway and break the water stream. The thread-like flow collapses and Tide Weaver loses its shape. At that moment, a huge shadow approaches from the end of the waterway. Rotten wood and chains move on the water scratching. Brace line. Oh my. The wreckage of the shipwreck is moving and colliding. Ghosts are pouring out from inside. "I don't have time." Naid grits his teeth. The two fairies move at the same time. The crossbow's speaker and the sword's rampage overlap. Wood breaks, chains break, and ghosts scatter into the water. Lastly Tentacles that looked like seaweed suddenly come to life. Sleeping kelp. As soon as it touches it, drowsiness and hallucinations rush in. The dryer swings for a while. However, they wrap their roots around their legs and hold onto their consciousness. The crossbow fires for the last time. The tentacles are frozen to pieces. The waterway becomes quiet. In front, the center of the terminal, In the middle of the sea, you can see the entrance of the structure that rises like the ground. "Now I know." Naird speaks with a breath. "This road is not just a passageway. This is... It's a test to filter out intruders." Dried nods silently. Put on the crossbow again, and look ahead. beyond that The Wizarding Tower occupied by Wilder, And there was a real intention that had not yet been revealed.