Immediately, Akira's hand shot out again, her fingers digging hard into the stone of the ceiling.
Luckily, she was able to hold on just before she could fall.
She hung there for a moment, dangling above the lake, her arm twinging from the strain.
She didn't have time to recover before another shadow slammed into the opening above her, sending a fresh spray of water bursting in every direction.
It was Erik.
The short man let out a hearty laugh, his beard soaked and plastered to his chest. "Thanks for the opening, boss! Knew you had it in you!"
Before Akira could even respond, he threw himself forward, vanishing into the torrent of water rushing through the breach.
Akira gritted her teeth.
There was no time to feel annoyed. No time to think about how two people had cut in front of her on her own escape route.
She threw herself into the opening.
