From the ocean side

From the ocean side The water rises like a splinter. The first thing that comes up is Sea Wilde. Gapju, a mixture of ice and water, cold air seeping under the mask. After that, The shadow on the water is out of alignment. Shadow Wilds. A black mask, a shape that swallows light. Wherever you reach, the waves stop for a moment. And lastly Ripping out the coastal vegetation Wooden Wilds. Trees and wind, a living bow and stem. The three of them are mixed, out of order "You're angry." Naird speaks low. It's already in black hands at that moment. The first breakthrough is her. The sword bends through the waves. A trajectory that cuts the flow itself, not a straight line. The moment Sea Wild Hana tried to build an ice shield The sword blade, which overlaps electricity and water, penetrates as it is. The ice breaks The body is split in two. in the meantime Dried never stops. a crossbow speaker. It's not a wooden arrow a bullet mixed with properties. I'm flying in the wind, bending and flying Sneaking by the mask of Shadow Wild. The moment the shadow reacts belatedly Second and third. Sound waves arrive first Vision rips behind it. The mask was broken The shadow loses its shape. Wooden Wilde Lift up the tree trunk. a bow grown from its roots. a wind-pulling arrow. Dried is one foot back. The moment you step on the ground The soil reacts with the roots. The ground is rising The arrow loses track. on top of that an ice frost-crushing tan. Fly like you're cutting the air Cut the bow and wrist at the same time. The two Sea Wilds rush at the same time. Water and ice overlap like waves. Naid doesn't back down. with a low sword a moon-greeting sword. The trail that's as thin as the moon Divide the waves in half. in succession a flurry of mooncakes. Cut, cut, cut, cut again It breaks down the approach itself. The shadow wild one Appears behind her back. Teleporting. But it's too late. Dryard's crossbow It is fixed on the shadow. Vision + sound waves. The sound bursts first Shadows are torn. "I see the back." "I know." a short answer. We're in sync. It's not the three of us They come like a bunch of enemies. Trees, water, shadows Like a wave in tangle. The dryer changes its position. Move while shooting. Shoot on the move. The electric arrow It spreads by sea. The Sea Wilds become rigid at the same time. through the gap Naid is digging in. A lot of grief. The blades overlapped one after another Rip the space. a large-sized cutlery. The rest of the body You fall down at once. Wait, The waves are moving again. on the coast Broken masks, rotting pieces of wood, Only the melted ice remains. Naid lowers his sword. "It won't be the end." The dryer reloads the crossbow. "Yes. This is just It was the front yard." And on the other side of the ocean, In the darkness that hasn't been locked yet There's another group It starts to move quietly.