Step. Step.
Isaac suddenly ca to a stop, his eyes on the barricade made by policen. There were a bit more than a dozen people filming the battle that was going on behind the policen.
A small group of agents were fighting against a huge Skull Spider outside a black gate. It was the most grotesque and unsettling monster Isaac had ever laid his eyes on, and those agents weren't fighting against that thing, they were struggling to even keep up.
This was the trick about battles: to those weaker, it looked intense, but to a stronger man, he had already spotted the winner and the loser. He had seen what a few minutes would soon reveal—
The death of not just those agents but the policen and those ignorant people who were filming for content to post online instead of fleeing for their lives.
Well, the content would surely go online, but it would be about their horrible death. He stood there, a good distance away from the crowd, scrutinizing the spider.
Normally, a spider's weak point was its soft body, but this one's body looked like a human skull. Its Defence Factor was probably its highest trait.
That was the main reason those agents were struggling.
"Won't you kill it? Soone will die if you don't take action," Neila's voice rang.
"We just erged from a dungeon, Neila," he replied.
"Oh yes, our first encounter with another spider god, and I had to fight him off and keep you alive. I've never seen you so scared." She giggled.
Isaac exhaled. "I wasn't scared. That spider god we saw isn't the real one. I saw the apocalypse it could cause, spiders crawling a desert wasteland. I saw… you know what? I'm confused, I'm tired, and I don't feel like fighting right now. You know, I've been thinking, why hasn't Percival returned?"
He sighed. "Is he enjoying the sea world that much? He's probably charming those rmaids with his quiet, mysterious attitude. Tsk! All I've got is you, and my luck has only gone downhill."
Neila scoffed. "Who knows? Maybe you're just a sweet vessel for every spider god. We all just want a juicy chunk of your soul. And as for that friend of yours, maybe he's sinking to the bottom of the ocean right now."
She appeared beside him. "Haven't you told about that? Your friend is probably dead. Maybe that's why he isn't back, and you'll be too if you refuse to kill that thing and grow as fast as you can."
"Percival… dead? That's impossible," Isaac said as he turned to face the Skull Spider. He picked up a manhole lid, attached a web string to it, and spun it several tis before releasing it.
The manhole made a neat vertical curve, carving a sharp line through a building before it struck the Skull Spider.
It staggered and crashed into the other building, bleeding profusely.
"That should be enough. They can handle it from here. You naturally have a bad mouth, but nothing you've said has ever worked. You thought Godfrey would lose, and you ended up being shocked into silence. Percival is the sa, there's no way he's dead."
***
In the depths of an ocean, a young man sank, blood rising from the holes in his chest. He could still see, although his vision was now a far cry from what it used to be.
His organs were shutting down.
Percival felt cold, so cold. He couldn't even find the pain he was supposed to be feeling at this mont, or was this cold embrace of death, ever present to welco its victims?
The faces of his mother and sister flashed through his eyes. Their smiles, their concerned faces, it all played out the further he sank and the darker the ocean's depth beca.
'You live with two won, and you still haven't understood that words work wonders on them.'
'Have you said, Isolde, I love you?' His own voice rang. And as clear as day, on the wall of Paradise, Godfrey turned toward him.
It seed like ti had rewound, and Percival was back there, before they t the Watchman.
'Alright, I know you're jealous.' Godfrey's reply echoed several tis in his ears.
'I wasn't. In fact, I pitied you because you couldn't say it before she died. I couldn't say mine, and it will die with .'
His eyelids grew heavy, and that was when the pain ca. Why now? It was unexplainable, yet incredibly agonizing.
"Argh… I feel it now. The pain, it feels as if… as if…"
His eyes lost their final light, and his body vanished, devoured by the darkness of the ocean's depths. It rained on the day he was born; it rained on the day he died.
Was there any aning to his life?
To Percival, there was. If he were to look back at the ti he had, he lived it well. Even in death, he wasn't concerned about his family anymore, no, not when Godfrey was there to look after them.
Not when Isaac was there to throw a reckless punch regardless of who he faced, not when Lucy was there to help even in the smallest way.
His friends were there. He didn't regret not saying goodbye to them, as that would only cause them pain.
It would be best if everyone thought he was exploring a new world and, for whatever reason, couldn't co back.
He accepted his death with open arms. At first, it was just a second after his death, but soon seconds beca minutes, minutes beca hours, and hours beca days.
But… he would have loved to take that orc down with him. Then, there would have been a little satisfaction.
As silence settled in the ocean's depths, sowhere else on the ocean surface, there were ripples.
Three huge ships manned by orcs ca to a stop and anchored themselves to a huge rock that rose from the sea into the sky, grazing the clouds.
They jumped into the ocean under the lead of their chieftain. Under the power of the trident, all of them could breathe within the ocean. They slowly descended like stones tossed into the sea. The sight of several dozen orcs with massive weapons and armour descending to the ocean bed was one that would terrify anyone.
A good distance away, a green-haired girl with hands and feet found her little seven-year-old sister, who had a fish tail.
Ariel bit her lower lip when she saw her sister playing with a school of small fish amidst the corals beneath her.
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