He detoxes it

The water underneath your feet looks shallow, It reacts like an electric current every time it moves. "As expected...” The dryer murmurs. "Water remembers electricity." First, the surface of the water hardens. The remains of salt crystals tangle like bones stand up in the water. Salt-relic. the more you get it right The crystal layer gets thicker The movement becomes increasingly dull. Dryers don't get close. with a crossbow a series of shots. a warhead mixed with ice in between decisions Make cracks. "Don't let it stack up." It's foggy. Shapeless arms It slowly appears on the water. a mist clutter. The sense of direction is wrong. The front feels like the back. At that moment. Naird steps forward. with a low sword Cut down the waves. The trajectory of the sword Breaking through the fog itself Cut off the arms. "Fogging" Cut the flow and it's over." The coral is moving. a crusty crust It's broken and put back together. a coral breaker. Every single fragment It splashes like a bomb. Dried food is Change the angle. a crossbow warhead Aim for the joints of the coral. Every time it breaks There's an explosion Naid with a sword Scatter the debris. The water is twisted. The stream of water that's woven like thread Block the space. Tide Weaver. The route is forcibly changed. "I'm taking the flow away." Naird puts his feet in the water. Put the sword deep. electricity. It spreads all over the water The stream of water that's woven together It unravels all at once. The wreckage of the shipwreck It rises above the water. Brace line. Oh my. at the same time as the crash The specter is pouring out from inside. Dried stands back a series of shots. a frozen warhead I'll fix the hull The specter sinks into the water. The fog gathers again. The Fogg Spector. Even if I get hit, it's scattered Let's get back together. Naird sets up a sword. It doesn't swing. Instead of Knock on the surface with the tip of a sword. sound waves. The fog went out of shape They can't reunite. The thing that looks like seaweed It's suddenly winding up. Sleeping kelp. drowsiness and hallucinations. The dryer holds its breath. in a crossbow Cut it from a distance. I don't make contact. That's the whole point. There is electricity. That electricity a shape that eats away. a bibliographer. It's growing. It's getting bigger. "Overload." Naird says. Dried food is One more shot. Electricity + water + airtightness. Surgeeter is in a state of runaway It explodes on its own. in the mud It's popping out of nowhere. Meyer Crowler. He's aiming for his legs. The niad is Cut the ground with a sword. The soil and the water split The monster again It's being sucked down. then beyond the surface of the water The shapes are approaching. Mermaids. Mermaids. And sharp teeth a group of killfish. "This is now It's a battlefield." Dryer holds a crossbow Shoot quickly. The niad is with a sword in one's hand Cut the water with a sword blade. like a bird's-eye with precision and brutality. Blood spreads in the ocean It will be diluted soon. The waves sink for a while. The sea is still alive It's hostile. Naird says. "Now, really I went inside the sea." In the front deeper water, The things that rotted longer I'll wait