Under the deep water, the pale girl sunk to the bottom, her dim beautiful eyes illuminated by the bright electric light, revealed a slight smile of relief on her flawless face as she gently lifted and loosened her right palm, releasing an ice-condensed sword and a distress transmitter.
Her oxygen tank had burst during the recent battle, and with such severe injuries, it was impossible for her to return to the surface alive; all she could do was entrust the mission to someone else.
At the end, she also gave a thumbs up.
This seemed to be a customary gesture for their special sequence.
On the brink of oxygen deprivation, she had prepared herself for death.
But her gaze held a sense of relief.
Because in the end, someone had come to turn the tide.
Only she hadn't expected it to be Little Deer, whom she hadn't seen for many years.
The current was raging.
Water choked her breathing passages.
Darkness was gradually setting in.
