The girl's body jerked forward before she slammed against the wooden floor of the boat. The hand was very relentless, it dragged her closer to the boat's edge, her silver armor scraping against the soaked planks.
Another terrified scream ripped from her throat. "Ahhh—!"
While Elora was already moving, Deremiah's head looked up to the statue. But it still remained motionless.
He sighed, remembering the reason was because her boat had already been destroyed, so she had basically escaped the Trial's simulation.
Elora meanwhile, had sprang to her feet, arcing her greatsword downward in a flash and slicing through the monstrous limb with brute force and precision.
Black ichor splattered across the deck as the severed hand convulsed, its fingers twitching grotesquely before it slithered off into the river. The girl scrambled backward, panting wildly as she pulled her soaked form to the farthest corner of the boat.
