As if the heated water was not chaotic enough, it had now become a full mess between the spirit animals and the skeleton trying to rip off The Fly Mauler's face. Mud spun everywhere between bubbles and the light of the luminescent fungi at the bottom, and Vanilla had trouble staying in the same position. If the turbulent waters pulled her off guard, then the panicking tentacles of the beast would crush and make her a red spot of blood and organs that diluted with the water.
Lancelot grabbed himself from the upper edge of the monster's face, trying to use his silver sword to stab the beast's giant eyes, but they were covered by a strange layer similar to the shell of a crab. Every stab was useless.
Custos Leo could not hold himself for too long; the tentacles slapped the water so hard that he got sent away from the monsters' faces against Vanilla's position. She avoided getting crushed against the platform fragments behind her by a fraction of an inch.
