The gaze from the abyss, like a thorn in the flesh, tightly grasped Ebert's mind and made him tremble.
He wanted to resist, wanted to swing the dagger in his hand to fight against the unknown horror.
But his body seemed to be frozen and did not obey at all.
He knew that he was no match for the monster.
His only chance was to escape!
Escape from this quagmire, escape from this forest, escape from this terrible place!
Ebert gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and concentrated all his strength on his bound ankles.
He exerted force suddenly, trying to break free from the tentacle.
"Hiss--"
With a slight sound, the tentacle was torn off by him!
A smelly liquid gushed out from the fracture, splashing Ebert all over. The liquid exuded a disgusting stench, as if it was a corpse that had been rotting for many years, or as if it was poison from hell, which made Ebert feel nauseous.
Ebert didn't care about the nausea or the pain. He used the recoil force to swim desperately towards the surface of the water.
He didn't know how long he had swam, or how far he had swum. He only knew that he had to leave this hell as soon as possible!
His lungs seemed to burst, and his throat seemed to be burned by fire, but he didn't dare to stop. He was afraid that as long as he stopped, he would be dragged into the endless abyss by the terrible monster.
"Gurgle! Gurgle!"
Ebert finally surfaced. He breathed in fresh air and greedily enjoyed the long-lost freedom.
He looked back and saw that the turbid quagmire had returned to calm at this moment, as if nothing had happened.
But Ebert knew that it was just an appearance.
Under the calm water, there is still a terrifying unknown existence hidden.
Ebert didn't dare to stay for long. He quickly climbed ashore and ran towards the depths of the forest.
As he ran, he looked back, fearing that the monster would suddenly rush out of the pool and drag him into the endless abyss.
He ran and ran until he was exhausted and couldn't run anymore. He dared to stop and leaned against a big tree, breathing heavily.
He looked down and saw that his ankles still had the traces of the tentacle entangled, which was shocking. The traces, like a brand, were deeply engraved on his skin, as if reminding him that everything he had just experienced was not an illusion, but a real nightmare.
He remembered that the female magician was also dragged into the pool by a similar tentacle.
"Is she... is she still alive?" A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in Ebert's heart.
He knew that the answer was probably no.
He seemed to see the female magician being torn into pieces and devoured by the terrible monster at the bottom of the pool.
"No! I can't think about it anymore!" Abbott shook his head violently, driving those terrible images out of his mind.
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