In the sea, exhausting all of your strength means certain death.
No one can handle that responsibility.
"Brother, we'll only stay a few minutes." Rowdy Brightwill swam in front of him. Nathan Foster remembered that voice, but it wasn't the usual light and playful tone. It was serious and laden with a somber undertone.
Everyone knew the risk of diving back into the sea.
But, they had a reason to do it.
Nathan Foster wanted to yell at them to go back, but when he lifted his eyes, he was met with four sets of identical, resolute eyes.
Unwavering, unshakeable determination.
Rain continued to fall from the sky, obscuring part of their vision. Yet, even through the blurred view, he could see their determined expressions clearly. It was a look that was impossible to dissuade, they had made all their preparations, and any attempts to stop them would be futile.
"Nathan, we have to save them."
At that moment, a voice from the side reminded Nathan, knocking down his last defenses.
