Rita was yanked upward, dragged several meters before she forced another Debone·Lightchaser toward the second bait.
The fishing line snapped taut, the hook tearing open the half-healed wound in her mouth, but the pain didn't matter. The thought of losing her bait to another player drowned it all out.
This one was… Scratch Card.
And no invisible hook this time.
The area had already erupted into chaos. Fish streaked through the water like torpedoes, currents roiling with their clashes. Some had clearly swallowed baits that weren't theirs.
Enduring the pull from above and the turbulence of nearby skills, Rita popped Nebula Bubble and drove straight toward the third bait.
At the same time, she spared a glance at the others around her.
The third bait was Frost Armor, a B-rank defensive spell from her Moonlight Marsh classes.
She abandoned it instantly. Not worth wasting stomach space. She would save her strength for higher-tier baits once the essentials were secured.
