Chapter 11: Sleepless Dreamer (1)
Drowning was not as peaceful as it seemed.
There was a time when his teammates asked among themselves which death was better: drowning or being burnt alive?
Honestly, either were terrible choices. Hope would know since he partially experienced both just now.
Well. He was still in the drowning process.
Hope opened his eyes and felt himself submerged in cold water. The blue luminescence flooded his vision as well as a thousand of clustered bubbles from his plunge swirling around and fleeting to the surface.
He tried to move his arms up to swim, but his body disobeyed.
Ah. Hope had probably broken all of his limbs. Either that or every ounce of strength was drained with the only movement he was capable of doing was with his eyes.
His eyes flitted to his right arm and saw it to be completely mauled; portions of his flesh gone with glimpses of white bone visible between torn muscle and tissue. His blood seeped out of his arm like vapor; its red threads rising above, tails flicking behind as it soared on high.
However high the surface was he did not know. He felt himself sinking further and further into the abyss. The distance between him and the beast increased as his body weighed down like a rock inevitably descending into the depths. He hoped he was able to do some sort of damage to that damned beast.
Something was better than nothing after all.
"Mmmph!"