The Berserker who was sent blasting backwards earlier, retrieved a nearby boulder the size of two grown men's torso and swam over.
Victor's eyes widened as he tried to raise his arms but was unable to, due to them being bound.
The boulder dropped and slammed onto his chest, sending him crashing toward the very bottom.
His lungs screamed.
He struggled and pulled against the bindings while trashing violently underneath the weight of the boulder.
The chains groaned slightly but held firm.
He could hear the blood pumping in his ears as his vision started to blur.
The icy waters of the Academy training lake pressed in on all sides as the world above reduced to a blur of distorted light and silence while he was anchored to the very bottom.
Victor's limbs were restrained by glowing chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles, tethered to stones on the riverbed. Air was leaving his lungs in desperate bubbles, and the weight on his chest made movement almost impossible.
