'F-Fallen Wings!'
Realizing that he couldn't even block the open jaws of the darned shark as it was way bigger than him, Shye had no choice but to activate his wings.
*FWOOSH!*
Then, with one mighty flap, he easily dodged the shark's leaping chomp attack.
Falling back onto the rock tip, cold sweat streamed from Shye's pores.
This time, he clearly saw the multiple rows of teeth inside the shark's mouth and was certain that if he ended up inside, he would be instantly torn to shreds despite his current 300 vitality points.
Still, he knew that it would simply be a matter of time before he perished should he stay idle, thus, he resolved himself to slowly deal damage to the darned shark even if it meant that he would have to take a plunge back to the dark seas for a few moments after doing so.
Standing atop the rounded rock tip, Shye relied on the mana pulses to track the movements of the Selachimorpha.
