Hunting (2)

Gnnngh...

When Beral opened his eyes again, what he saw was still the pitch-black sea.

The Southern night sea’s signature all-consuming darkness. It was one of Beral’s favorite sights.

In waters like these, giant monsters like Tusoteuthis could hide especially well.

The dark sea was the best hunting ground.

"Where are you, where are you!"

But from the prey’s point of view, there was nowhere more terrifying than a sea like this.

In the dark water, he couldn’t tell front from back. Having been knocked unconscious and left drifting, he couldn’t even tell where he was.

All he could do was wait for the next attack to come from every direction.

The silent, frigid sea, without even the slightest movement, made Beral’s heart sink coldly...