What can I say, Malidi knows talent.
If not for him, I wouldn't have found such a wonderful tool for the job. Which is good, which is perfect I might even say.
It started with a crashing sound. When the first of the tentacles struck, they were easily severed by the sword that appeared out of nowhere, appearing as thin as a cicada wing. The sword somehow went against the very reality and easily clashed with the two-meter-thick tentacles that kept getting thicker the lower one went.
As for me, I was forced into a turbulent situation, feeling my body split apart under the chaotic movement of the seas. 'Odd.' I know I should leave the seas, but I can't fly, nor can I leave this body, so the only option left for me was to swim deeper, and deeper away from the chaos, only leaving a hint of will and the dream realm to witness this scene.
