Ahhhh shit…
I can't take this much longer.
Just keeping the wall standing is tearing my body apart. My hands shake. My breath stings. And those fleshy hands—those goddamn blobs—they won't stop coming. I can't burn them forever.
"Hey you. Can't you fight? Evena, was it? I could use a little help."
She didn't respond.
She just stood there.
Scared.
Why the hell is she scared?
No—nevermind. I already know.
She's probably following Heide's orders. Just like always. That broken little thing. Just listens. No will of her own. Just a puppet who thinks Heide will punish her if she disobeys.
How stupid.
But this wasn't the time to pity anyone. The blobs poured in—faster now. The air trembled as that horrible screech returned. Then came the flesh. It started crushing the walls.
"Shit… now what…?"
Wanora scanned the area. Desperately. She was calculating, fast—but this time, there was nothing. No exit. No hole. No space to slip through.
This was it.
Their fate.
The walls cracked. Flesh swelled in from every direction, a flood of writhing meat and blood.
And then—
"YAHOOOO! THAT'S RIGHT, LUCAS! YOU DID WELL THROWING MY SHIP HERE!"
Wanora's head snapped up.
A shadow cut across the ceiling. A ship—falling from the sky. It came crashing through a weak spot in the wall, tearing through like a blade.
And from it—
Kevin landed, grinning like a madman.
"Aye, that's my girl," he said, rubbing the hull of his ship like it was a person.
Then he turned to Wanora. All casual.
"Where is the little man?"
Wanora blinked. Still in shock.
"Uh… he's doing something else…"
"Oh, alright, alright." Kevin waved it off. Then turned to the edge of the ship, eyes narrowing. "Also, do you see that fire outside? Almost burned this beauty."
Wanora stared, trying to process his pace. His mood. The sheer madness.
"Well hey, what's the problem? Let's remove the light. I'll kill the bastard who tried to burn my ship."
"Uhhh… we can't?" Wanora said, hesitant, nervous. Her voice barely above the chaos.
"Why so?" Kevin tilted his head.
She inhaled.
"Well… the monster is the island. It's what's making this light. We need to kill it."
Kevin paused.
"Oh? Is that so? Then let's kill this monster, right my love?"
He looked at the ship.
Evena watched him. Silently. Her eyes wide—not in fear, but something else.
He was talking to something that couldn't talk back. Like it was alive.
He smiled, clapped once, and jumped back onto the ship.
A second later, the cannons opened fire.
Wanora let out a breath.
"This won't work..."
"Shit—" she cursed, just as a fleshy hand nearly snatched her. "I dropped my guard—"
But before the hand could grab her, something else crashed into it.
A tentacle.
Massive. Smooth. Coated in the ink of the deep sea.
It crushed the flesh like paper.
Wanora turned to the source, her eyes widening.
The ship.
From the ship, the tentacle had emerged.
Kevin's laugh echoed through the chaos.
"AYE! MY BEAUTY! THERE WE GO—SHE TOO WANTS TO FIGHT!"
Wanora stood stunned.
What... how? Those giant tentacles—how? Artifact?
And then it clicked.
She remembered.
Kevin once said he killed a kraken.
That story she thought was nonsense.
The kraken… it became part of the ship?
It didn't make sense.
But honestly?
She didn't care.
If it helps—she would take it.