The chaotic symphony of destruction between Eve and the Drowned Revenant reverberated around us, the very fabric of the fragment rupturing under the sheer magnitude of their battle.
My ears rang with each collision, the air thick with the metallic tang of energy being ripped apart and rebuilt in an endless cycle, all while Viviane and I were trying our best to fight against the unnatural tide that appeared to be rejecting Viviane despite her constitution as a water nymph.
Viviane's barrier shimmered weakly, struggling to withstand the aftershocks and the constant harassment of the dense oily sea. "We really need to find the passage rift as soon as possible," she urged, her voice cutting through the cacophony. "This fragment won't hold under their wrath."
"I'm sorry that I'm practically useless in this situation," I uttered.
"I'm glad that you're self-conscious, at the least."
