The beast, wounded by the explosion caused by the fire arrow thrown by Charles, began to fall directly and at full speed towards the beast that still holds Dwight by the neck.

As the beast falls, it tries to open again its tailpiece to be able to fly and stay in the air as it was doing before, but it is impossible because the fire has already burned them completely. So, the only thing that comes out of the area where his gualeta should be, is blood. Also yellow in color.

"Garrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The beast begins to make totally terrifying sounds of complete disgust as it falls, it is even possible to notice its desperation as it shakes its whole body uncontrollably to try to find some way to save itself.

...

On the other hand, the beast still choking Dwight. He begins to slowly look up to the sky, only to see his colleague fall, covered in flames, as if it were a ball of fire.

The reaction of the beast was completely abnormal and unfeeling. So it just stared at the whole situation without doing anything.

However, after a few seconds. A Machiavellian smile formed on its face, as if it had a plan ready to execute and was reading our minds all this time.

Finally, the beast makes a move that demonstrates his entire plan, turning his hand with which he charges Dwight into the sky, in the direction of the beast that falls covered in fire.

Is it possible?

No...

It can't be possible...

Even if she tries to use Dwight as a shield, the flames will still reach her without being able to avoid it in time.

It's practically suicide what she's trying to do.

Does she really not care about her own life?

As she does that, she watches us intently, as if waiting to find out what our next move is.

"..."

I think I finally understand.

There's no way we can scare them away or drive them back....

The only way is to kill them.

I have to save Dwight any way I can, I won't let there be any more dead people in this place.

"Elizabeth!"

Charles, shouts at me.

Looking into his eyes, I can see that he knows what he must do at this point.

I've been useless throughout this mission, so it's time for me to start showing what I can truly do.

...

"ARGHHH!"

As I prepare to run towards Dwight, James yells.

That's right, we had completely forgotten about James and his situation with the acid ball....

At the same time, Charles and I turn around.

"James!"

We both scream, terrified, as we watch James' wall completely shatter and some acid falls directly into his left eye. Which, instantly began to bleed.

"Haaaaaaaaaa!"

A scream of agony, pain and suffering came out of charles' mouth, while at the same time from his right eye tears begin to flow.

"We will help you!"

Both Charles and I shout that, as we start running in the direction of James. Who is now just stopping the acid ball with his shield, while all the acid drops fall on his body from the splashes.

"Don't do it!"

"I'm fine!

James shouted that, but he sounds very unsure of what he's saying, as well as having a much weaker voice than before. He also hid his face behind the shield, so we couldn't see the current state of his face. Which must be badly damaged by the acid that had splashed little by little.

"James, you can't go on like this..."

Charles says that, worried, as he clenches his fist tightly.

The force carried by the acid ball now begins to throw back James, due to the fact that without the wall, there is nothing that can impede its passage.

"You know what will happen if this hits land or any structure!"

James again shouts that again.

Which makes me and Charles stare at the ground as we think about what we can do.

If we save James, quite possibly this whole island will be irreparably damaged, plus there would be many deaths.

However, if we save James, Dwight will also die.

We have an ultimatum, a decision has to be made.

"Listen to me..."

"I can put up with this for a little while longer, but you must save Dwight right now."

James, he tells us that.

"Don't just stand there, or it will be worse."

"You must act right now, I trust you."

At those last words from James, I guess we have no choice.

After reflecting for the last time.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry, James."

"We won't be able to help you, but this sacrifice won't be in vain..."

I mutter that and start running straight towards where the beast holding Dwight by the neck is.

"Wait!"

Charles yells that, as he tries to hold my arm to stop me.

But it was useless.

I can't stop now, I must save Dwight.

Being 2 meters away from the beast, I use my thread magic to direct them towards the arm holding Dwight.

In an instant, the threads completely encircled the beast's arm.

"Thread Prison!"

As I said that, the threads began to press down on the beast's arm to a point where it exploded.

After that, I held Dwight with my threads and threw him back several meters, leaving him in a safe zone.

"Here!"

Subsequently, I lifted Dwight's sword off the ground and threw it at him.

Dwight, the first thing he did was put his hand on his neck, to feel the damage that area of the armor received.

His eyes widened in shock as he realized that if he wasn't released in just a few more seconds, the neck armor area was going to break.

"Elizabeth, get out of there!"

Dwight shouted, but subsequent to that he started coughing due to his throat being quite damaged.

"Yes!"

I said that and then turned to run, aiming to get away from the impact zone of the flame-covered beast, which is already very close to crashing.

As I ran, I was stopped instantly, as if someone was pulling me from behind.

Noticing that I could not go any further, I realized that the threads in my hands had not been cut.

I was so focused on saving Dwight, that I forgot I had to cut them, or else they would remain hooked to something.

"Elizabeth!"

"What are you doing!"

Dwight starts to despair because he doesn't see me getting out of the danger zone, subsequent to the scream, he put his hand to his throat in pain.

"I'm stuck!"

What's wrong?

Why can't I free myself?

As I looked straight down at the extended thread coming out of my arm, I could tell.

The beast, very cleverly, has bitten the thread. So that it prevents me from getting out.

How could it possibly be so clever as to do something like that?

"I must do something now..."

I mutter that, while trying to forcibly cut my own thread, but it's impossible.

"Elizabeth, hurry up!"

On the other hand, Dwight is still screaming, while at the same time coughing desperately.

"I won't be able to free myself..."

I mutter that as I look up at the sky and see that the beast is already above us.

"Noooo!"

Dwight shouts that, as he stands up, with the purpose of himself cutting the thread with his sword.

It is impossible...

Dwight won't make it in time....

"Haaaaaa"

The impact was such that it destroyed that area of the bridge, making me fall together with both beasts into the water. In addition, it formed a small heat wave.

On the other hand, the explosion also caused that area of the bridge to catch fire.

Forming a large layer of fire, which cut the area of the bridge in 2.

"Elizabeth!"

Dwight tried to get closer, but the intensity of the fire made him retreat.

"How could a Charles Arrow possibly have the intensity to create damage like this?"

Dwight looks at the destruction that was created on the bridge, as he can't believe Charles' power is that.

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"Haaaaaaa"

I try to hold on to the bridge pillar, but end up being submerged in the sea because the strength possessed by the beast is far superior to mine.

Before being submerged I breathe as deep as possible to hold my breath.

I must cut this thread as soon as possible or else I will end up drowning.

This happened to me because I was distracted at the time.

My thread has a complete solidification process. Of which, if it reaches that stage, it's very difficult to cut the thread.

"What?!

Looking down, I shouted, out of shock, losing quite a bit of air in the process.

Consequently, I closed my mouth as much as I could so as not to lose any more air.

What's down there is unbelievable, it's a complete sea of blood down here.

The water is almost completely red in color and full of soldiers' remains, not to mention that there are also some beasts still devouring soldiers down here.

Is this scenario I'm seeing really real?

How is it possible that they can keep floating underwater like this?

It is totally indigestible to see all this, it is like hell.

I can see how approximately 6 beasts that are in this place, are devouring the remains of soldiers.

They remove their arms with their very mouth, along with the head and all the parts of the body, the only thing left, are the bones of the poor soldiers. For, they spit it out as if it were a piece of garbage.

Even under the sea, you can hear how they remove the flesh from the body.

It is absolutely deafening to hear the sound.

Also, I could see how the beast that is pulling me down with its filthy mouth is already regenerating both arms.

At this rate...

If I stay here for any longer....

I'm going to end up dead in exactly the same way as those poor soldiers.

...

A few seconds passed until I entered a real pit of blood, since I can't see anything around me, only a red tint that covers my gaze.

In an instant, the force that was pulling me down disappeared.

What is happening now?

I tried to look around me to see something, but I could not perceive anything,

That's when, that force came back but now it is much more stable than before.

From my left arm, which also has threads hanging down, that downward force also started.

Then, it completely disappeared the blood pit in an instant, as if it was a bad weather.

What?

It was then that what I saw before my eyes, was a sign that my end is already near.

2 beasts that were devouring the soldiers, are now holding the threads attached to my arms.

Are they intelligent now too?

This definitely doesn't make any sense.

How could they communicate like this?

That's when I started to move my eyes all over the place, in order to see if there are more.

It was at that moment that a blow hard enough to bring a tear to my eye hit my back.

I couldn't see what it was because my vision couldn't reach that spot.

Possibly it was a beast.

I want to scream from the pain, but if I do I will lose air.

That's when, I started to see the claw of a beast for advancing down my cheek.

I began to tremble when I saw it out of the corner of my eye.

The beast, scratched all over my cheek, causing a deep wound that began to bleed instantly.

My eyes opened and filled with tears as if they were shining pearls.

I want to scream from the pain, but I can't do it.

Subsequently, the beast did the same with the other cheek.

Now I am bleeding non-stop from both cuts it inflicted on me.

I don't know how much longer I can take all this.

...

A few seconds passed, when the beast that caused those wounds on my face, showed itself in front of me, only to realize that it is the same beast from the bridge.

When I look at its chest, I can see that its heart is still exposed and that if I could pierce it with any object, it would die instantly.

Then, the beast, still smiling, looks me straight in the eyes.

Then, it moved its hand towards my stomach, only to insert its sharp claws into an opening in my armor.

Consequently, he began to use force to remove a piece of the armor, exposing that area of my stomach.

Faced with what he does, I can do nothing but watch and pray that I don't die.

Just a couple of seconds after doing that, it began to dig its claw into my stomach, causing a hole.

The pain was hellish this time, I had never felt pain like this before.

My eyes were squirming from the pain, as the beast starts to twist the nail to make the damage even worse.

I try not to think about the pain, but it's impossible, it feels like a blade is being thrust into my stomach, this is not for an ordinary claw.

Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop.

I can only repeat those single words in my mind.

I wish I could scream to show the suffering I'm going through now, but doing that indicates losing oxygen.

Tears begin to fall in my eyes, like a waterfall, so that I can express my pain somehow.

...

After that suffering, the beast finally withdraws its claw from my stomach.

Before that, I could feel a fatigue in my whole body. Since, it requires a lot of physical endurance to endure all this.

Finally, the beast seeing that it wastes its time with its attempts to make me lose the little air I have left using desperation, decides to use another method.

It moves its hand directly towards my head, and with it, it covers my entire face.

In front of my eyes I can only see his disgusting green hand.

Then he starts to perform a lot of force. So that his 5 claws are buried in my face.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa"

At that, it was impossible not to scream.

Since, it even made me lose the strength I had on my face, as if it was intercepting directly on the muscles I have on my face.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa"

I started to lose a lot of air. Since, at the same time I can't stop screaming.

On the other hand, I can't close my mouth either, because with its own fang it forces me to open it.

This is as far as it goes...

I'm going to die...

I'm sorry Roxanne and Sophie, but I won't be able to make it home today.

I'm so sorry...

I wish I could have seen them grow up...

Finally, I closed my eyes, so that I could imagine their faces for the last time...

"Damn beast!"

I heard that cry numbed with water, after closing my eyes.

It was then when a gust of wind was felt in front of my face, and the force that the beast was generating in my face disappeared completely, as well as the pain.

As I opened my eyes I saw how the beast's arm had once again been completely severed and this one floating in front of me.

"RAGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

At that, the beast, screamed in a very strange and thunderous way. To such an extent that I could feel the water vibrate.

Then, I began to get dizzy from lack of air. For, I lost too much of the air I had accumulated as the beast tried to destroy my face.

"Wind cut!"

Almost as if it was a voice in the distance, I heard that.

Consequently, I saw in front of my eyes as something similar to a wind boomerang tried to attack the beast, but it dodged it by swimming downwards.

After that, I began to lose my vision, as if I was about to faint.

...

"Don't worry. I'll help you."

I can see a figure in front of me talking to me, though I can't quite make out who it is.

Then, I can see him stretch his hand towards my head.

"Air zone."

The person in front of me, said that.

"sniffffffffffffffffff."

Then, as if by a miracle, I can breathe again.

"Cof cof!"

Causing me to also start coughing from breathing so much in a single moment.

Then I could notice how a bubble surrounded my face. Which, I guess for some reason allows me to breathe.

In front of me, is floating a white-haired boy, thin, a height close to 170cm, and a very young face, he must not be more than 18 years old.

He has a rather cheerful and smiling face for the situation we are both in.

Like me, in his head he also has a bubble.

"Who are you?"

I ask him that, as I look directly into his eyes.

The boy scratches the back of his head and replies.

"I'm the second captain in command of General Dwight's squadron."

The boy says that and then smiles, showing himself to be totally proud of that position.

So, that means that there are still living soldiers from Dwight's squadron brought to this place. So there's still hope to fight these things.

"Is it just you left alive?"

"Or are there more soldiers left alive?

I ask him that, expectant to get a positive answer.

The boy puts a finger to his mouth and thinks about it for a moment with his eyes closed.

"The truth is that quite a few of us have died..."

The boy answers me that rather depressed.

"It's possible that there are some of us left, as it's also possible that there aren't."

The boy answers me that in a very direct and conscious way for what he is going through, he must be very mature for the age he is.

"By the way, do you want me to help you get free?"

The boy says that, while pointing at my threads.

"Sure, please."

I reply, while at the same time nodding my head.

The boy uses a sword, very similar to the one Dwight carries with him.

He extends his sword towards the thread falling from my arm and begins to swing the sword back and forth trying to cut the thread.

As he tries to cut the thread, he increases his speed. For he does not notice that he is making any change.

The stress of not being able to cut the thread begins to show on his face.

Finally he stops to look at the thread carefully and then looks at me.

"Did the beasts do this?"

"Or was it you?"

The boy, very curious, asks me that.

"It was me."

I reply.

"Wow, if that thread is too strong to cut, your magic is very interesting."

"But tell me can't you cut it?"

The boy asks me something again, while touching the thread with his fingers.

"I can only do it for an instance of time."

I reply that to the boy.

The boy looks at the thread once more and charges his sword forward again.

"Well, now yes, I will cut it."

He wields his sword, denoting strength.

"Here I go."

...

The boy says that, but then. Behind him appears a beast, the same type as the previous one, only this one has its whole body in perfect condition.

"Watch out!"

I shout that to the boy, to get him to move aside, but at the distance that beast is from him, it will be impossible for him to dodge an attack.

The boy, turns in terror to see the beast behind him.

The beast charges with its claws. To attack the boy.

In the blink of an eye.

The beast's claws increased in size, to the same length as a common blade.

"What?"

Both the boy and I, said that at the same time.

The beast attacks forward with its claws, trying to split the boy in 2.

...

"Water wave!"

Out of nowhere, a mass of water hits the beast, being completely swept away by the water.

A boy, very similar in appearance to this one, with the difference that he has long hair down to the middle of his back, launched that attack.

This boy has a rather serious and angry look on his face.

"What was it I told you about paying attention to your back?"

The boy asks him that question, arms folded.

"I don't have to answer that."

The boy, replies looking away to the threads in an attempt to cut them again.

"I don't think there's time for that"

"We have company."

The long haired boy says that, while pointing his hand a few feet ahead.

In front of us are 4 beasts, all ready to attack.

"Damn..."

The boy in front of me, mutters that, while turning around to point his sword towards the beasts.

"Sorry."

"I'll have to leave you here for a moment."

"Trust me"

"I'll protect you."

The boy says that, as he steps back a bit to face the beasts from a distance.

"Okay... here we go"

...