The ebb and flow of the tide comes like a breath

Once again, The waves change direction. It's not the tide, it's not the tide. As if the ocean were breathing in The surface of the water has gone down. "It's weird...” Naird speaks with his sword down. It's starting to rain. But raindrops are neither cold nor warm. It's not water be close to the condensation of horsepower. in the air I can hear the order unraveling. It's a phenomenon. It's not the magic that someone created The stage in which the sea itself responds. It's foggy The shapes are revealed again in it. The remnants of the salt that have been eroded It rises to the surface. Salt-relics. the more you get it right The salt layer on your body thickens The movement becomes increasingly dull. Dryers judge immediately. "You can't do a long-term game. Even if it's a long-term game, let's move on." The crossbow is ringing. an iced spray shot. with the frost spreading Break the bond of salt crystals. Subsequently an ice shot. We don't make up our minds It sinks as it is. The fog cracked The shadows with arms Climbing on the waves. a mist clutter. the moment you touch it Your body temperature drops The sense of direction breaks down. Naird steps forward. not a sword a moon-greeting sword. along the waves The light is bent The shadow splits in two. But soon He's trying to connect again. "Cut it to the end." At the same time as Dryard said a vision shot. The fog itself rips Reunion does not happen. in the sea Something rises upside down. a coral-covered crust. Every time I move A broken coral explodes. a coral breaker. Naird is not approaching. Instead, it changes the flow of water. The dryer reads the gap. Lower the crossbow the exact center. As the ice spreads The explosion stops inside. Coral is ripping oneself apart It's sinking. under the surface of the water The stream of water that's tangled like a thread Block the road. Naird closes his eyes. Dip the sword in water. electricity. Riding each stream of water The flow is reversed. At that moment. The wreckage of the shipwreck It rises above the water. Brace line. Oh my. If it crashes There will be a specter from within. Dryer doesn't wait. a series of shots. The wood and the iron broke at the same time The ghost is It splatters before it comes out.