From the front
The air above the sea changes.
up the waves
Masked figures appear one after another.
Wooden Wild.
A mask with a grain of wood, a bow and root magic.
Shadow Wild.
The mask that swallowed the light, the shadow moved first.
See wild.
The frosty mask, water and ice leak out like a breath.
"They're angry."
The dryer speaks low.
The first arrow flies in.
It's a bow.
But the trajectory is not simple.
The wind bends, and shadows overlap.
The dryer is already moving.
Twist your body and avoid it,
a crossbow speaker.
Wood arrows and vision arrows smash into the air.
The shadow slides over the sea.
Shadow Wild
It suddenly rises above the surface of the water.
At that moment--
Naird steps forward.
a sword of the sword.
I'm not cutting it
Cut off the flow.
The shadows split
Darkness is absorbed by the water.
Sea Wilde
Complete the order.
My sleep is frozen
The frost spreads.
"I'll do this."
Naird says.
The sword is charged with electricity.
running on ice
plug in an electric blade.
Ice causes cracks
The water flows again.
I won't miss that opportunity
Dried will buy it.
Arrows mixed with wood, stone and vision.
brushing past the surface of the water
It's stuck in succession.
Sea Wild's mask is broken
The body falls into the sea as it is.
Wooden Wilde
Stretch the roots.
under the sea
A tree grows.
"It's forced."
Dried says.
a sonic arrow.
Waves spread below the surface
The roots can't stand the vibrations
It's going to break.
Shadow Wild
It's coming up last.
Hold the sword,
Stab in the shadows.
Naird turns.
a flurry of mooncakes.
in succession
Tear out the shadows.
There is no darkness left.
I don't remember water.
Hold on, it's still.
Only the waves are left.
The dryer pulls down the crossbow.
Naird answers as he wipes his sword.
"That's why you can't win."
"Nature is...
You can't keep up with imitation."
The sea breathes again.
But I feel both.
This is not the end.
The wild herd is
There is a main camp somewhere in this sea.
And next time
It's not a fight to hide and shoot
It will be a head-on collision