"Awuuuuuuuuu!"
Luka smiled at the reverberating wolf's cry that echoed from behind him. He appreciated Reina's anxious howl and quickly squeezed his nose to brace himself before dropping into the murky, multicoloured water.
However, Luka realised his mistake the moment he hit the water.
Oblivion dissipated.
Gone from his arms as it vanished.
Then it burned.
The sizzling bubbles ate into his flesh like rabid beasts; the clothes on his back melted into globs of discoloured goop, and a sour stench wafted.
He struggled, splashing and enduring the sudden agony, desperate to overcome the short distance and kill the Necromancer.
'This isn't water....!?'
His head sank under the surface.
He felt a throbbing, attractive force in his chest, the same sensation that appeared the moment he felt the Miasma from the seed.
Desperate to discover the source, he plunged into the agonising depths.
[Warning! Extreme Concentration of Miasma Detected!]
'I know!'
