Northern felt the cold, slimy tendrils coil around his legs, dragging him deeper into the dark abyss of the river.
He struggled to break free, but the grip was strong, pulling him with relentless force.
He opened up his hand and materialized the dark stiletto, knowing that in these murky waters, speed and precision would be his allies.
The pressure of the water increased as he was pulled further down, his ears popping painfully.
Definitely, he had no trouble breathing, but the darkness was oppressive, and his visibility was limited.
As he activated his Chaos Eyes, the world around him subtly shifted to reveal the true nature of his surroundings.
The murky water became clearer, the tendrils pulling him down more visible.
Northern slashed at the tendrils with his dark stiletto, the blade slicing through the thick, rubbery appendages.
The creature responded with a violent jerk, pulling him closer to its massive body.
