The rusty sword sliced through the monster, narrowly missing Reeva by a hair. It cut through the liquid, completely splitting the creature in half. At that moment, Reeva saw colors flying off the water—mainly blue, but with other hues mixed in as well.
The entire body of water shook and ruptured from the sword's impact like Moses parting the ocean.
Reeva's small raft was caught in the shockwave, sending him flying through the air toward the room. He struggled to get a grip on where he was; the impact had stunned and disoriented him so badly that it felt worse than dying.
Panicking, he looked around for something to hold onto. At this point, he just needed something—anything—that he could rely on, even if it didn't help much. His eyes darted around as his body continued to fall through the sky.
