the boundary between the meadows and the sea

the boundary between the meadow and the sea. The grass lies with a salty smell, and shallow waterways snake over the ground. "Here you are." Naird speaks low. "The flow of water has been cut off and then continued again. Someone purposely blocked it." At that moment, skeletal-like shapes rise up in the water. mud and salt in a mixture. Brine Skull. As soon as it touches water, a shock spreads as if the air were tearing apart. Dried immediately pulls out and lifts the crossbow. There is no flame or lightning. Instead, cold condensed wind and water. The bullet from the crossbow cuts through the waves. The hit skeleton breaks apart, but another form creeps out between the fragments. "I'll block this one." Dried says. "Stop the flow." Naird nods. As her sword swept over the water The waves split like a blade, In it, Ripple Fisher rips out of shape. But the sea doesn't end quietly. in shallow water Things approaching with only the dorsal fin visible. It's a sloter pin. "Come on." Naird's voice goes down. She lowered her sword, Pull water and ice at once. As soon as it is cut down, the wave follows and becomes the second hit. The dryer continues a series of shots from behind. Each bullet freezes the water, Harden the ground, Cut off the movement of the leaping monster. I don't use electricity. There's no fire either. It only fights in the way that nature allows. then, Silhouette that looks like it's standing on the water. a moss ghost. Naird's steps shake for a moment. Hallucinations and fragments of memory pass by. "Naid." Dryard's voice catches her. The wind shakes, and the grass makes a sound. It's coming back to reality. "Thank you." Naird speaks with a breath. Lastly The ground is shaking. The ground diver bounces through the mud. an unpredictable angle. But this time The dryer moves one foot first. It's not a crossbow, Land. Roots and dirt rise up and grab the monster, In the gap, Naid's sword is inserted exactly. After a while. The waves calm down again. on the border of the meadow and the sea Only traces of the monster remain. Naird speaks with a breath. "This is not just a raid." "Wilders... I'm even touching the flow towards the sea." The dryer looks at the sea with the crossbow down. "Then we can't put it off any longer." "I'm going to find it." Beyond the meadow, a place where the water runs deep again.