Galthor nodded, and then he picked up a broken piece of shell that was as big as his fist. His divine energy rushed to envelop his hand more heavily.

Then he picked a random location and threw.

The shell shot forward like a bullet, leaving a shockwave that made the waters around them ripple.

It screamed through the air, and for a moment it seemed as if it would keep going for miles, but it suddenly struck something invisible in the air so hard that it shattered into dust.

Whatever it hit was left with a black dent, and then a ripple spread throughout the whole world. For a moment, it almost seemed as if the world they were in would crumble. Then everything returned to normal again.

Galthor gave Karathra a satisfied look. "Good. It seems your guesses were right. Let's do this one more time and see if we won't force our way out of here."

He picked up another shell and, without hesitation, flung it at the same spot as before. The suddenly endless sea that was there instantly shattered, and the dent appeared again, sending the same ripple as before, but this time it took one more minute before everything returned to normal.

Two more throws later, and it was taking five minutes for everything to return to normal, and by targeting the same place for every throw, Galthor was causing more damage.

While he was throwing, the others were keeping their eyes on things in case anything tried to sneak up on them.

Galthor picked up another shell, and he couldn't help but think if this was what passed for fun in the divine world. And he was having lots of it.

Come to think of it, since he came to this world, he'd been having fun. It warmed his heart.

"Another one," he said, ready to throw, but before he could even raise his hand, something happened.

The attack they were waiting for finally came with an ear-shattering roar. But it wasn't from the water as he expected—it came from the sky!

The sky darkened slightly following the roar, and something struggled down, falling as if the very heavens were collapsing.

It was a monster, all right.

The monster was like a gigantic snake, the size of a train, with a brown-scaled body of a reptile. Its mouth opened in another roar just as it fell on them.

Fortunately, Galthor and the others had already jumped into the sea before it crashed on them.

Sea water swallowed them once more, and the sea turned bitter cold, but as before, it had no effect on them. At the same time, Galthor realized that the water was acting strange—it was hardening around them!

It wasn't turning solid, more like the very water had gained weight of its own, and it was trying to drag them down! The monster was preventing them from swimming up!

Shit! The monster already had the advantage because it seemed like a water monster, and they were in its environment! How exactly were they to escape their current situation?

Galthor's mind spun as he looked in the direction of the dark smudge that was barreling toward them.

Cruel fangs opened as it rushed at them.

Galthor powered his hand and pushed forward. He roughly shoved the barbarians in front of him away and went to confront the monster.

He was a bit angry with himself because he had been careless when he was trying to break the wall of the pocket world. Why did he not pay more attention to the sky? He shouldn't have allowed himself to get so careless.

Different thoughts spun in his mind as he raced toward the monster.

He raised his fist and aimed a punch at the open mouth of the monster, not holding anything back at all. The water trembled with the passing of his fist.

But before he could make contact, the monster spun away so fast, its huge body bent like a bow, and its tail snapped at Galthor's punch, throwing him back.

The tail of the monster was sturdier than any other part of it besides the head, and it took advantage of that to smack him away.

Galthor flew backward, his body flaring with pain as he spun aimlessly.

Fuck! He couldn't stabilize himself to counter the incoming monster as he spun!

The other masters stepped in, burning more of their saved oxygen as they tried to fight the monster.

But the water serpent was having none of it, as the waters around them came to life. Water serpents made entirely of water appeared, much smaller than the real one, but they were no less voracious as they pounced on the masters, dragging them away.

Now, the water serpent had a free passage toward Galthor, and once it took out the strongest, it could deal with the others leisurely.

Quick as quicksilver, it cut through, the water itself helping the monster's movement.

And again, it turned its tail and smacked Galthor, sending him tumbling down deep into the sea.

It continued like that, slapping Galthor around like a ball and screwing up his sense of direction while accelerating his drowning.

It was the go-to strategy of this water serpent. First, it lured its prey into its pocket world, then it would use its water monsters to kill them. If that didn't work—especially if they were stronger—it would drag them into the sea to drown them and take away any advantage they might have.

And it was a strategy that always worked. Even Galthor couldn't resist it.

He needed to fight, and to do that he needed to breathe, he needed his sense of direction, and he needed solid ground beneath him to throw good attacks.

Yet all of that had been taken away from him. He couldn't tell where the monster was going to attack from next.

"...Why did I actually think it was fun in this divine world? I'm about to become food for a water serpent!..."

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