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CHAPTER 296: TERROR IN THE TIDE
TERROR IN THE TIDE
You brace against the pull of the river, your mind racing. With no time to lose, you grab hold of the nearest eyeless creature, its skin cold and clammy. With a forceful shove, you push it into the path of the current. The undead flails, momentarily disrupting the flow, creating a small pocket of turbulence that you exploit to steady yourself.
As the river drags you along, you continue to use these creatures as makeshift shields, each one a temporary buffer against the relentless pull. The tactic works, but only for so long. The current strengthens, ripping the creatures away, leaving you exposed once more.
The river narrows, funneling you through jagged rock formations. You catch glimpses of the creatures as they're swept past you, their bodies colliding with the rocks. The path ahead splits in two directions, the left channel shrouded in darkness, the right illuminated by faint, eerie light filtering through cracks above.
Your mind races with the urgency of choice as the current drives you towards the fork. The roar of the river drowns out all thought, leaving you to react on instinct alone. Your muscles scream for relief, but you know you can't relent—not here, not now.
And then, just as you reach the fork, you see it—something gleaming in the water—a submerged object glinting like a beacon.
As the river drags you along, you continue to use these creatures as makeshift shields, each one a temporary buffer against the relentless pull. The tactic works, but only for so long. The current strengthens, ripping the creatures away, leaving you exposed once more.
The river narrows, funneling you through jagged rock formations. You catch glimpses of the creatures as they're swept past you, their bodies colliding with the rocks. The path ahead splits in two directions, the left channel shrouded in darkness, the right illuminated by faint, eerie light filtering through cracks above.
Your mind races with the urgency of choice as the current drives you towards the fork. The roar of the river drowns out all thought, leaving you to react on instinct alone. Your muscles scream for relief, but you know you can't relent—not here, not now.
And then, just as you reach the fork, you see it—something gleaming in the water—a submerged object glinting like a beacon.