We're going to the ocean
Some kind of dryer is rooted in it like a net stone
I don't know what's going to happen
You're carrying that life
There's a silence from the front
From what's left, from the front
Is it like a leftover squirt that's alive? What's called us from before
Instead, I'm going to sacrifice myself and move it
Starting from me
But from the front... from the front...
if that's the case... If you're right
from the wind's direction
Can't you just flow from the wind in front of it?
I've been whispering to me ever since
The way I shed tears from the front of me
From beyond, from beyond, dark clouds, from beyond, to the blue sky, and in front of it, to the sandy beach, the crumbling cracks of the forest
In the meantime, I've been holding a crossbow
Salt-relic
Remains of ancient spirits encroached on salt crystals.
The more you get it right, the more the salt layer multiplies, which slows down the movement.
. Mist clutter
an arm-length shadow that maintains its shape only in the fog.
It takes away body temperature and sense of direction at the same time when making contact.
Coral Breaker
a coral crustacean monster.
Every time it breaks, coral debris explodes.
Tide Weaver
Spirits that weave streams of water like threads to seal the space.
Force change of travel path.
Brace line
the existence of the wreckage moving on its own.
Ghosts pour from within in the event of a collision.
"Fog Spectre"
a ghostly creature made of mist.
Diversified and then reunited at the time of shooting.
Sleeping kelp
a tentacle creature that looks like seaweed.
Forced drowsiness and hallucination during contact.
Surgeeter (
Grow by eating electric and ultrasonic attacks.
Entered runaway when overloaded.
Ear crooner
A monster crawling only on the boundary of mud and water.
He's jumping out of the ground and attacking his legs
We have to fight the crowds from the field
And from there, he shoots fast from the crossbow and doesn't stop
Attack from vision shots, attack from stone shots, and attack from penetration shots