The cold came in from all directions. Left. Right. Up. Down. Water came from everywhere that I did not know how I was able to tell apart the directions. A frozen, dark heaviness pressed against my body, trying to push all the air out of my lungs. It was as though the water knew that I did not belong to the sea and was doing its best to push me out, crush me, and occupy my space.
Once we get back, the words lingered again inside my head as I closed my eyes. For a fleeting moment, I thought that I was right. Thinking that any of us would make it back alive was just wishful thinking. We might have been reborn heroes, but what chances have we got against an entire ocean of water? Not even our Angelic armaments can fight off the merciless waves dragging us to the bottom of the sea.
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