love in other world

Chapter 6

Alex dove into the water, following the direction the locket had indicated. As he swam forward, the cold currents surrounded him, and soon, he spotted a sorcerer sitting calmly in the depths. The man appeared deep in meditation, but as if sensing a presence behind him, he suddenly waved his hand in the water.

In an instant, a shimmering chain materialized, wrapping tightly around Alex, binding him in place. Struggling against it, he barely had time to react before the sorcerer moved his hand once more. A surge of magic rippled through the water, and Ena and Oliver were suddenly lifted into the air, as if caught by an invisible force. Within moments, they too were dragged into the water and bound by the same glowing chains.

The sorcerer turned toward them, his eyes glowing with an eerie light. "What have you come to steal this time?" he asked in a cold, unforgiving voice. "Those who try to rob me meet only one fate—drowning in the abyss."

The three of them couldn't speak, their voices trapped by the weight of the water and the magic that held them. Desperately, they shook their heads, trying to deny any wrongdoing. But the sorcerer merely scoffed, as if their silence meant nothing. With that, he turned away and settled back into his meditation, leaving them chained in the dark depths of the ocean.

The cold, suffocating water pressed against Ena’s chest as her vision blurred. The lack of oxygen was taking its toll, and darkness threatened to consume her. Her body grew limp, floating in the water, her consciousness slipping away.

Alex, on the other hand, had been holding his breath for what felt like an eternity. His lungs burned, his muscles ached, but he forced himself to endure, his mind racing for a way to escape. They had to survive. They had to fight.

Oliver, however, was different. Unlike the other two, he wasn’t just trying to hold on—he was getting angry. His frustration boiled inside him like fire in the icy depths of the water. He clenched his fists, feeling the pressure of the chains, and then his gaze locked onto the sorcerer. The man was seated once more, lost in his meditation, completely unaware of the storm building inside Oliver.

Determination surged through him. Enough was enough.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had, Oliver kicked his legs and swam toward the sorcerer with all his might. The moment he reached him, he swung his leg back and delivered a powerful kick right to the man’s head. The impact sent a shockwave through the water, and the sorcerer’s body jerked forward.

The magic holding them captive shattered in an instant. The chains around Alex and Ena unraveled like mist, vanishing into the water. Their limp bodies began sinking, but Oliver didn’t waste a second. He grabbed them both by their arms and, using all his strength, swam upward.

The water fought against him, trying to pull them back down, but Oliver gritted his teeth and pushed through. His heart pounded as he neared the surface. Then—finally—he broke through.

Gasping for air, he dragged both of them onto the shore, collapsing next to them. Ena was completely still, her lips pale, her chest unmoving. Alex lay on his side, barely conscious, his body shivering violently.

Oliver knew he had no time to waste. He turned to Alex first, pressing his hands firmly against his chest, trying to force the water out. “Come on, breathe!” he urged.

For a terrifying moment, nothing happened. Then, with a sharp gasp, Alex’s body jerked, and he coughed violently, spitting up water. He sucked in deep, desperate breaths, his eyes wide with panic before relief washed over him.

But Ena—she was still unresponsive.

Oliver’s heart pounded as he moved over to her. His hands trembled, but he quickly pressed against her chest, repeating the same motion. “Come on, Ena,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t do this. Breathe.”

Alex, still weak, crawled closer, watching with fear in his eyes.

Oliver kept going. Again. And again.

Then—finally—Ena's body jerked. Her mouth opened, and a rush of water spilled out as she gasped, choking on air. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she seemed lost, confused.

Then she saw Oliver and Alex, their faces filled with relief.

“You scared the hell out of us,” Oliver muttered, a shaky grin forming on his lips.

Ena coughed again, her breath still uneven, but then, weakly, she smiled. “Guess… we’re not dead yet.”

Oliver let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and flopped onto the sand beside them, staring up at the sky. "Not yet," he murmured. "But next time, let’s try not to get drowned by a sorcerer, okay?"

Alex let out a weak chuckle. Ena just closed her eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the air fill her lungs.

They had survived.

But the battle wasn’t over yet.