When Nari undid the protective bubble, Ron immediately felt the encroachment of the Abyssal seawater.
The familiar salty and oppressive sensation made him frown, but more concerning was the strange feeling coming from his body.
"Darling, are you okay? You don't look well..."
Nari's voice carried an unmistakable worry.
Hundreds of eyes of various sizes focused on him like spotlights.
The feeling of being surrounded by countless gazes might be suffocating in other situations, but at this moment it gave Ron a certain sense of security.
Her tentacles hovered around him, wanting to approach but afraid to touch, fearing secondary harm.
"I..."
Ron attempted to stand, but the weakness in his legs almost made him fall:
"Need to take this thing off."
He pointed at the active armor still tightly adhering to his body.
The tendrils penetrating the skin were emitting various signals:
Some were a comforting tingling sensation, as if soaking in a hot spring;
