Water spring river

The outer wall was wider than I thought. On the cliff facing the sea, there were layers of ceramic-colored structures, like a temple made from shell carving. On the surface, there was a water vein pattern that looked like a crack, and the water was constantly flowing down the wall. The dryer paused for a moment. This is not the inside yet. The outskirts open for defense, and a place to filter out intruders. then The current suddenly twisted. in a fog of salt condensation The Salt Bain race appeared. A salty young figure glided up the wall, tightening Dryard's breathing. “……This is not just a ghost." The crossbow rises in the air. The arrow carrying the grain of the tree and the wind flew away and tore the ghost's core apart, As soon as it touches the water, the shape continues again. I'll take that opportunity A leaf stalker pops out of the reef. The movement of the person who knows the terrain— From the stone gap, behind the waves, cut in from the square of view. The dryer doesn't back down. Roots rise from beneath your feet, holding on to the outer wall, Spinning in the wind and shooting continuously. A scattered frost arrow from the crossbow freezes the reef, The movement of the leaf stalker walking on it stops. But the real problem was the stomach. in the air The seeds hardened by salt crystals fold their wings and dive down. After that, in the sea fog, Deep Fogg Maiden approaches with a sound that he doesn't know if it's laughter or crying. The sense of space breaks down. Up and down, front and back are mixed. “……If you lose your mind here, you're done." The dryer lowers the crossbow, It releases the wind like it explodes. Wind burst. The water that flowed along the outer wall is pushed out in an instant, The fog rips and the view opens. through the gap Black Tide Crusher pops out with waves. Timed rush— it approaches by breaking down the wall. The dryer does not leap backward. Instead, they put their roots deep in the outer wall, Pull the crossbow to full tension. a pellet of stone and soil, water and wind. One shot, like shelling, penetrates the center of the crusher, The black waves are scattered. Let's do that A low-pitched vibration rumbles deep in the outer wall. It's not over yet. under the surface of the water The observer of the abyss, with only his eyes open, slowly raises his head. It doesn't attack directly. But the flow of water changes, The entire outer wall begins to tilt in an increasingly unfavorable direction. The dryer feels it. "This is not the place you made to hold on for a long time." He floats the crossbow again. The goal is higher The upper part of the temple, the boundary layer leading to the end of the outer wall and into the interior. The wind lifts the body, The roots are on the wall, It rises through the current. Not yet inside. But now, there is no way back. at the end of the outer wall The next line of defense is waiting