"Come on! Come on!"
Sera's voice cracked inside the cockpit as her mecha's thrusters strained, roaring as if to compensate for the pressure they were in. She was sure everything ached as she fought with all her might, but she couldn't stop now. Not when the surface was finally in sight.
Her shield was gone; it eventually broke after being pelted with too many attacks. Now, all that stood between them and a watery grave were her blades, which weren't even meant for this kind of offense.
Each swing cut through another writhing limb. But the tentacles weren't slowing. They came faster, angrier, like a living storm intent on dragging them both back into the depths.
She was exhausted, her breathing uneven. Sweat rolled down her temples as she forced her mecha to move faster.
It wasn't a problem of spiritual energy at this point; it was because she couldn't afford to be hit even once. Because just one would likely paralyze them and haul them straight back into that waiting mouth!
