Above the surface, the violent storm continued to rage without mercy.
Rain and wind howled across the turbulent waves as Garrick remained locked in battle against a single regenerated Drowned Stalker.
But the creature refused to fully commit to a decisive clash, constantly defending and weaving out of range with irritating precision.
Garrick clicked his tongue in frustration as he forced some distance between them, water and aura energy swirling around his massive frame.
'This damn thing…'
His sharp eyes narrowed while he kept his guard up.
'It's not trying to kill me. It's just stalling... But for what?'
The thought only deepened his irritation.
Every second wasted against this delaying opponent left him unable to check on Jake's situation below.
Then, without warning, Garrick's instincts flared sharply.
"..!?"
His head snapped downward toward the dark, storm-tossed sea.
In the next instant—
BOOOOOOOOOOM—!
