For some reason, looking at this status, Dorran felt drawn to it, and his instincts screamed for him to get close.
He didn't even know when he started moving inside the water. His lungs were burning, and his very soul seemed ready to leave his body, but he disregarded all thoughts and crawled toward the statue.
Fortunately, the statue was not too far, so it only took a little movement to reach it. As he arrived at its feet, he didn't feel a rush of divine aura.
For a moment, though, it felt as if air was breathed into his lungs, but the pressure of the wave was still pressing down on him.
The little boy didn't know what compelled him to act, but he screamed in his mind. 'Please!!'
It wasn't elegant. It wasn't some prayer braided with wisdom. It was the raw noise of an animal that didn't want to die. It was the same sound his father's heart had made when he leapt with a rope in his fist. It was the same thing his mother had put behind the word live.
