Don't look back.

Don't look back.

Don't look back.

I have to repeat that phrase to myself inside my head at all times, because if I don't I'm very likely to go insane.

Behind me there are all these damn monsters following me. So if I slow down a little bit while swimming. They will murder me.

I move my hands frantically and desperately to swim faster, but it's amazing how in a tense situation like this. It feels like the sea is pushing me backwards.

At a time like this when the possibility of dying is too great. It's completely hard not to be perceptive to things and your surroundings.

"I'm about to get there."

If I get to where my rod is I'm going to be able to defend myself against these things and slay them.

I'm so close.

I can't give up.

My arms and legs start to ache from all the effort I have to make to get to where my weapon is.

I can feel my muscles getting exhausted and not responding very well, I even feel my arms and legs getting much heavier as I get closer.

"Haaaaaa"

"Haaaaaaa"

I start screaming, as if it were a battle cry.

I have to motivate myself to keep going and get that rod back.

Approximately the distance has been reduced to one meter. So if I stretch my arm with all my strength I can reach that stick.

I quickly stretch my right arm, to the point where a sufficiently annoying pressure is felt on my shoulder.

As I stretch my right arm, I use my left arm to keep swimming, plus I use even more strength in my legs so I don't lose speed.

"I'm almost there!"

"As soon as I manage to reach that rod I'm going to kill every one of these damn beasts!"

"I'm going to make them suffer!"

"I'm going to make them pay for all the deaths they've caused!"

"They will die in the worst possible way!"

I scream all that, while facially demonstrating all the hatred towards these damned monsters inside my heart and soul.

At the same time, my fingertips begin to make contact with a part of the wooden rod.

I just have to reach out a little further and I'll get there.

Almost there...

Slowly I begin to touch a larger part of the rod.

"They're going to die!"

I shout that last, as I can already hold the wooden rod with my fingers.

Nervous sweat already runs all over my body.

Now I can finally kill these things.

I will kill these beasts in revenge to Froilan, I will not allow them to continue to exist in this world after taking away the one person I cared about the most.

"Die!"

"¡¡!!"

"ARGHHH!"

One of the beasts buries its claws a little above my ankle, the pain is such that I immediately stop feeling my foot.

"ARGHHH!"

Immediately blood begins to flow out in great quantity, So that I leave the entire hand of the beast covered with blood.

I instantly close my eyes as a reaction to cope with the pain.

The claws slowly begin to penetrate that area of my leg.

You can feel it going through the flesh of my leg, but I must admit that it is not using its full strength, it is obvious that it is only using a part of its strength for the purpose of making me lose my mind with the pain.

I must ignore the pain and keep going, even if I lose that part of my foot in the process.

I can't give up now, I'm too close.

"¡¡!!"

I open my eyes quickly, but the terror on my face began to take over.

I didn't realize it at the time, but as an involuntary reaction of my body I shook my arm. Then, I unintentionally pushed the rod. So that it is now a little further away.

I didn't notice when I did it, most likely because I was concentrating too much on the area of my leg that the beast hurt.

What do I do now?

With my arm outstretched I can't reach that damn stick either....

I'm lost...

What can I do now?

"ARGHHH!"

I screamed again, as soon as the beast started pulling my body towards it.

The pain is very intense, it can feel like it's going to detach my foot from my body.

"Crishh!"

My leg emitted a sound, in signal that it just penetrated the bone in my leg a little bit.

As soon as it did that, a current sensation started to expand through my leg, along with that current also expanded the pain.

Now it felt like my leg was being completely destroyed.

"ARGHH!"

Slowly I watch as I start to move even further away from the rod.

My arm starts to shake from having it extended for so long.

I begin to sink back into fear, because I don't know what to do.

I have no other choice...

I'm going to have to exert force with my body forward, although I will most likely lose my footing.

"¡¡!!"

I start moving my body forward, swimming at full speed with my 2 arms.

I don't manage to reduce my distance with the wooden stick, but at least I can keep my body in the same place.

It takes a lot of effort, but I can keep myself performing this force for a while.

I keep swimming with all my might, but I only manage to keep it from continuing to pull me backwards.

I must think of something else....

"¡¡!!"

I look back only to realize that the other beasts are completely stopped a little further back than the beast that is pulling me by my foot, while piercing through it with its claws.

They are completely expectant towards the situation and without intervening.

Why are they doing that?

They could just kill me.

What's the point of just standing there watching?

Do they enjoy watching humans suffer?

These doubts begin to swirl through my mind, as my pupils tremble at the sight of the whole scene.

Anxiety also begins to take over, for if the beasts behind her decide to move to attack me, it would be the end of me, I could be left for dead.

"What?"

I say that very softly and scared, while I look at the face of the beast that is pulling me by the foot.

In his face I notice something strange, you can perceive as if he is thinking about something.

It has a totally creepy face, as if it had a plan in mind.

That malevolent and determined face terrifies me.

I don't know why it makes me panic so much, but I feel like something is about to happen.

I keep moving my arms agitatedly to try to move forward, while I keep my gaze fixed on the beast.

Our eyes maintain direct contact.

"¡¡!!"

The beast withdraws its claws a little from the deep wound I caused on my leg.

I didn't expect it, it was so sudden, plus I didn't think it would do something like that.

"ARGHH!"

The beast at the moment it withdraws its fingers a little, it greatly reduces its strength, causing me to finally be able to move forward a little, but now the wound is much longer in the lower area of my leg. Since its claws tore a large area of my leg.

I screamed desperately and as if I was being murdered, this time my scream was even worse than before.

The screams that come out of me, this time represent panic in its maximum state. For I can no longer stand the cruelty these damn monsters have.

"ARGHHH!"

The beast stops just a little before it reaches my heel. Making a wound that went through the bone right away.

My leg is now in very bad shape, if it doesn't get medical attention now I'm going to lose it.

But it will be impossible to get medical attention being at the bottom of the sea.

My face is completely filled with tears from the pain, as if I were a little baby.

I can no longer resist that, body fatigue also takes over me more and more.

As I lose a lot of blood, my heart starts to speed up and it becomes a little difficult to breathe, although it may also be a little due to the panic I'm going through.

"¡¡!!"

I start to lose a lot of strength in my body due to the pain. So that now I can no longer exert force against the beast.

Now it just starts pulling me backwards.

I look back again, directing my gaze towards my leg, my face became disturbed and I felt nauseous when I saw the state of my right leg.

Completely destroyed in its lower part, with the flesh drifting and expelling blood as if it were liters of water.

I felt nauseous at the sight of the situation. So I looked away instantly.

"ARGHHH!"

The beast now began to move my leg to the right and left, causing the salt water to enter through the wound it caused.

The burning increased more and more, as the salt from the sea began to come in contact with the flesh instantly, generating a futile attempt at healing.

The burning is very similar to the burning of my leg.

My leg starts to feel more unstable. Since too much damage was done to the nerves and lower muscles.

"I can't afford to lose!"

I slapped my face to react from the pain.

I must try until the end.

I can't give up on these damn things.

"¡¡!!"

I quickly used my left foot which is in good condition to repeatedly punch the beast's face.

The beast began to try to hold my leg with its other hand, but I am making even and unpredictable movements.

I have to try to perform a distraction so that it moves its sharp claws away from my leg. So that I can break free and attack the beasts with my water magic.

"RAAAAAA!"

I started shouting while hitting even harder than before the beast's face.

Thanks to the structure that the armor's foot has, I can successfully wound the beast's face, generating bleeds on its face, but I still can't get it to move its filthy hand away from my leg.

"ARGHHH!"

The beast, in order to counterattack the repeated attacks that are directed towards its face, begins to increase the density of the force in its fingers. So that it keeps opening the leg wound even more.

"¡¡!!"

I don't intend to just keep suffering through the pain. So I start kicking even harder than before at his face.

They become a little more effective than before attacks. Since I start to disfigure his face a bit from so many kicks I perform, it is even noticeable to the naked eye that the beast's face is much more swollen than before.

Little by little the scaly skin also begins to peel off a little, revealing part of the inside of its face.

"..."

The beast only continues to smile, producing an incredible sense of madness, as if it is enjoying the damage I am causing to its face.

It is probably interpreting this whole situation as a competition of who can withstand more pain than the other.

"It's unbelievable..."

"You fucking monsters should go back to hell where you belong..."

I say that, as I bring my foot towards my body with the purpose of charging with all my strength the next strike I'm about to perform.

As I charge the attack, the beast only watches me even more smiling than before, showing me its sharp teeth, proving that for it it has been totally insignificant the damage I have caused it.

"Let's see if this damn punch is your size!"

I shout that, while attacking his face again with my foot, in the process. My face remains totally dull and enraged demonstrating total hatred, as well as at first glance being perceived totally blinded to act with complete violence to the situation.

This time my blow goes with all the strength I have, I do not plan to make some common wounds on the face, nor do I plan to make him bleed in a simple way.

I want him to feel the same pain he has caused me and all the people living in this place.

"¡¡!!"

The beast reacts to the blow, placing its other hand to slow its advance, but due to the force I put into the attack, I ended up piercing a part in the beast's hand.

The beast showed shock on its face, it did not expect something like that at all.

What's more, I didn't expect it either, it was so fast that I couldn't even think of what I would have done if I had parried that blow.

I guess besides the metal-like structure and with some sharp shapes on the foot, it becomes easier to make these types of attacks.

"DIE!"

I didn't notice the small change of direction I generated going through the beast's hand. So the blow is now directed towards one of its eyes.

Could it be what will cause it to lose an eye?

"RAGHHHHH!"

The beast gave such a loud scream that it almost deafened me.

The blow instantly hit its eye, and it began to bleed like a water filter.

The beast places his hand on the foot I'm poking him in the eye with, he tries to pull it out of the area, but it's a bit difficult as it's quite embedded.

"¡¡!!"

I try to pull out my foot that is stuck in the area of his eye, but it is impossible.

As I move my foot to pull it out of the area, I can only perceive how the eye detaches a little more from the face.

I won't be able to remove my leg without aggressively removing the eye from his face.

"What?"

I notice 2 things, the first is that the beast considerably reduced the force with which it digs its claws into my leg, also, with its free hand it performs force so that it continues to have my foot stuck in its eye. So he doesn't want me to remove my foot because he knows that the pain I will cause him will be too much.

"Now you know what it feels like, don't you?"

"That same thing you feel now, is what humans feel every time they are attacked by monsters like you..."

"I hope with this you pay for all the damage you've done!"

"I'm going to make you feel real pain!"

I tell him all that, with my most macabre face possible.

At the same time I see how the beast starts to hold my foot so that I don't remove it from its eye, but the force it's generating is much lower than before, most likely it must be limiting itself because of the pain.

"So now that nasty smile that was on your face is gone, right?"

I tell him that. As I see her facial expression totally turn off, turning to being totally preoccupied with pain now.

"This is the same thing you made me feel!"

I shout that, as I start to pull the leg towards my position.

You can noticeably perceive how the eye is starting to detach from his face, each time it's sticking out even more, to the point of looking like a giant pimple that's located on his face.