"HELP!"
The word tore through the wind like a blade. Albedo's relaxed visage was immediately replaced, and his eyes snapped open instantly as he looked around for the direction where that cry for help came from.
The ocean had been calm only seconds ago. Now the air itself felt distorted, mana rippling outward in uneven pulses. The wind carried more than salt.
It carried a special kind of corrosive rot. Abyssal rot, which he had experienced multiple times during his cross-ups against the Abyss.
His expression flattened as he realized this. It seemed like even when training, he always ran into issues like this.
Still, Albedo vanished, the cliff face blurred past him in streaks of stone and spray. He descended in controlled bursts, boots barely touching rock before launching again. The crashing waves grew louder, deeper, heavier. Another cry echoed, weaker this time.
"HELP!"
