"What was that?"

Surprised and worried by the cries of pain heard in the distance, I try to make out what is happening in the still existing sea of red.

"It must be the screams of that boy with the hair..."

I start biting my lower lip the instant that thought crossed my mind.

"Why did that boy go off in such an aggressive manner?"

"It was obvious something like that was going to happen."

"He shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him like that."

Trying to make out what's going on in the depths of the sea of blood, I begin to picture worst-case scenarios in my head.

"Damn..."

"I couldn't do anything."

I try to pull again on the threads that have me trapped to check if I can free myself.

But it is again useless.

As a reaction, I lower my head in disappointment as I look at the beasts in the depths. They still remain as if they were statues, while holding the threads.

...

"FUSSHHH"

"What is that?"

I raise my head instantly as soon as I hear that sound coming closer and closer towards me.

The sound is getting closer and closer to my position, while at the same time, I feel the whole sea around me vibrating.

"What could that be?"

"Could it be some ability of these damn monsters?"

I start to look agitatedly to where my vision and body allows me, but I can't manage to see anything.

It's as if I can only feel and hear something approaching, but I can't see it.

"I must get out of this place fast."

My face becomes totally disturbed as now the sea around me begins to produce bubbles, as it becomes disturbed at the clear approach of something.

"What the hell is that!"

My pupils dilate from shock and fright, as in front of me a very bright light, close in color to blue and light blue, begins to come into view.

"What do I do right now?"

I begin to tremble, while with my face totally disturbed, I try to figure out a way out of this place.

I desperately try to pull on the strings with all my might to escape, but I only succeed in reddening my arms more from the pressure it produces.

My eyes widen deeply, as I see that the light is getting bigger and bigger.

"I am lost..."

...

Quickly, I watch as a large beam of water is what is approaching among the sea of red.

Could this be the work of that long-haired boy?

"How the hell do I dodge that attack?"

I try to formulate in my mind a way to dodge that attack, while at the same time I keep pulling the strings, even though there is no accomplishment in that action.

The pain, starts to become much greater in my arm. Since the thread is producing a cut in the blood pressure. So that each time the blood flow is accumulating in my arm, appreciating more and more a strong red color in it, in addition to the veins much more swollen.

Some tears begin to come out of my eyes as a reaction to the pain produced by the pressure on my arm, but I try to hide the pain by holding my breath.

I begin to think that I will not be able to save myself from this one because the thread does not give way in any way.

"ARGHH"

From so much effort, the threads cut my arm a little, causing a considerable amount of blood to come out.

"It hurts too much..."

I say that, as I watch the blood fall from my arm more and more.

"What?"

I was impressed to see that the effort and cutting my arm a little was effective. Now the thread holding my right hand is much longer than the one in my left hand.

That means, if I keep applying the same amount of force for longer. I might be able to dodge that attack.

But...

I don't know how much more my arm can resist.

I think about that, as I see the blood dripping from it.

I close my eyes a bit, psyching myself up a bit for what I'm about to do, while at the same time preparing my whole body to resist the pain.

"Now!"

I shout that, while instantly starting to pull much harder on the thread in my right hand.

The pain is much greater than before. Also, the cut on my arm slowly gets deeper, as the blood starts to drip more and more.

I try to distract my mind, while increasing the strength in the muscles of my face to avoid thinking about the pain.

The attack, now only about 2 or 3 meters away from me, I must be quick.

...

"ARGHH"

Then, I manage to increase the length of the thread, moving a considerable distance to the left. So that the water attack managed to cut the thread on my right hand. Which did not allow me to move forcibly.

At the same time, the thread cut quite deep into my arm, producing a much more unbearable pain than before, as well as a quite worrying bleeding at first sight.

"That attack was too strong."

I say that, while analyzing the way it cut my thread like it was nothing.

The power of that attack must be impressive, it must have a force capable of cutting through anything.

I don't even want to imagine what would have happened to my body if I hadn't been able to dodge it.

"Shit..."

I direct my watchful gaze towards my arm, but I avert it immediately.

I try not to look at the arm so I don't worry about the current state of my arm. Since it is too disturbing to see the damage I cause myself in order to save myself from the attack.

"At least now I'm free of my right arm."

"Although it's too injured, I need to close the wound soon."

Meanwhile, I look at my left arm, thinking about how I can free myself from that one now.

I can't use the same method as just now, because it would need some big attack of the same caliber that cuts the thread.

I guess I'll have to think of another method.

"Wait..."

"What?"

I hadn't noticed before what happened in front of me, but now the sea of blood dispersed considerably in front of me. So that it can now be seen ahead.

"That's..."

Instantly I could see the long-haired boy desperately trying to swim.

He is clearly trying to look for something, which is a considerable distance away from him.

But that's not the problem...

The problem is his current state, he is too injured from what I can tell. Since he is bleeding too much and you can see quite a few deep wounds on his face and parts of his body. Besides the state of his armor is deplorable. So it is very damaged, therefore, quite possibly not withstand another couple of attacks of the beasts.

I must get close to him....

"Shit!"

I move agitatedly towards the front, but quickly return backwards because of the still existing thread holding me from my left hand.

Faced with the situation, I frowned angrily.

"I completely forgot that I also have a problem that I need to solve right now."

Then, I start to look at the whole environment around the boy, seeing how the red sea has almost completely disappeared.

"All that was done by that boy?"

That kid is impressive, he must have great magical strength.

I look again at the thread in my left hand, thinking about how to free myself quickly to help that boy.

I can't let him or Froilán die.

...

Then, I can see how clearly 2 more beasts start to approach towards where the boy is, both at an impressive speed.

"How is it possible that there are still more of those things?"

I say that very angrily, as I follow the entire path of both beasts with my eyes.

Thinking that the boy will look around to see what is happening around him. I decide not to worry.

But in the meantime I only see how he keeps swimming agitatedly towards a specific place without noticing the beasts behind him.

"Why doesn't the boy look at his surroundings?

"Besides..."

"Where is he headed?"

"Is he running away?"

"So he'll just leave us here and not save his brother?"

I start jumping to conclusions without understanding why he's running away.

But then I realize what he's looking for.

"It can't be..."

What he's looking for is his wooden staff, a weapon with which I could see him perform all his skills.

Then...

It means he's totally unarmed.

At this rate I'm just going to end up watching him die. Since he won't be able to make it in time to retrieve his wooden stick.

The swimming speed of us is far inferior to what these damn monsters possess.

"I must leave this place now."

"I can't wait any longer."

I start to use my right hand to try to cut the thread of my left hand, but I can't do it. Since the pain completely took over me. So that I cannot exert the same strength as before.

Next, I start desperately looking at 3 places.

My right hand completely injured.

The situation of the long-haired boy that the beasts are getting closer and closer to him.

And the thread on my left arm that I still can't cut.

"Shit."

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

What do I do?

Completely ignoring the pain in my right arm, I use it again to cut the thread on my left arm.

I begin to grit my teeth hard, as I pull the thread with all my might to try and cut it.

"Kishh!"

I release it at once as I see that the wound on my hand emitted a strange sound, which triggered bleeding just like just now.

Will I be able to use my thread magic then?

I ask myself that question, while looking a bit panicked at the increasingly worrying state of my right hand.

I don't know if I can cast thread magic from my right arm in the situation it's in.

Well...

I must give it a try.

"Come on..."

"It works..."

I mutter that, as yellow-colored threads slowly begin to sprout from my right arm, but they disintegrate after a few seconds....

"I knew this was going to happen..."

I say that, thinking of some other plan to free myself, but nothing comes to mind.

I look again towards the long-haired boy to see the distance between the chasing beasts and him.

But I realize that there is no more time....

The beast closest to him is about to grab him by the leg....

I get totally upset as soon as I see that and completely abandon the plan to free myself from this place.

I must alert that boy of his situation right now.

"Hey kid!"

"You must dodge the attack of the beast behind you!"

I yell that to him, but I realize he doesn't hear me.

It must be because of the sea and the distance we are at.

Then, I watch as the beast begins to reach out to grab the boy's leg.

If the beast does that, it will most likely end up tearing it off.

I have to alert him again.

I take a deep breath to try to warn him with the loudest shout I have.

"Quick, look behind ....!"

"ARGHH!"

I yell that, but instantly I get a blow hard enough on my back to make me spit out saliva.

What was that?

I think at once, as out of the corner of my eye, I watch as the claws of a beast begin to move quickly to attack my currently injured right arm.