However, that sound of snapping did not come from the sound of this shark of shadows closing its jaws, but from something different.
Upon closer inspection, it was clear to see that the shark's mouth was jittery, still slightly open, and looking even closer would reveal the face of a grinning man.
His sword was horizontal propping up the shark's mouth open. Its metal was bent abnormally and cracks filled it from edge to hilt.
It was more than clear, the sword would not last. And like a toothpick, it then snapped in half, shrapnels of metal flying in all directions as the shark's jaws finally locked in place.
Yet, this gave more than enough time for Moby to spring himself out of the jaws of hell, safely landing on the outside with heavy breaths.
