Blood mixed in the sea as Claude's ears, nose, and eyes bled from the silent but deadly waves underneath the water. But with gritted teeth, he clung to the Kraken's head. His sharp fingers were plunged deep into the soft and slimy surface of the Kraken while his other hand picked out the parasite one after another.
His vigilant approach from the beginning turned aggressive in a blink of an eye. He had no choice but to adapt to the situation because picking out one parasite brought unimaginable pain to the Kraken.
'Last one!' Claude shut his eyes tightly and reopened them again, telling himself to hold his breath a bit longer.
He had been underwater for who knows how long; if he wasn't trained enough, he would have to return to the surface to take a breath. However, Claude knew going back underwater and searching for the Kraken's head would be ten times harder.
