Chapter 580
Even as the world spun, Ian didn’t lose consciousness.
Crash—
It made little difference. Swept up in the current, he spun wildly, pulled helplessly into the deep, dark abyss. It was likely the aftermath of the torrent Bukikia had created. Not only his cloak but also the rope wound tightly around him, making it impossible even to move his arms.
Damn it all!
He had held his breath through it all, but for now, his death had merely been postponed. He was still tumbling downward, spinning and sinking.
What happened to our ship?
That a rational question could even surface was likely thanks to his high Mental Fortitude. With great effort, Ian looked inward and faintly felt Moro’s consciousness. He couldn't tell if it was because of the distance or because they were in danger, but his companions were still alive. For now, that alone was enough.
Rumble... Rumble...
In truth, this was not the time to worry about others. The resonance of the essence bead echoed chaotically within him, and faint crimson lights flashed past his vision. He felt a distant yet strangely clear presence. The warning from his Intuition, so sharp it made his head ache, wasn’t just because he was drowning.
—Hiding its form while leaking its presence. Typical of a mad beast.
Yog’s whisper followed. The creature’s tone was still leisurely, but the lack of laughter was proof enough that the situation was bad.
Telling it we should just go our separate ways... yeah, that won’t work, will it?