The water might as well have been ice. An intense chill seeped into Zephyrion's bones. His teeth clattered, his body trembled, yet he swam.
The scrambler was still active.
It was hard.
The current fought against him, forcing him to exert twice the effort. His arms and legs churned through the freezing water. He had no idea how fast he was moving, nor how much farther it was to land.
Gradually, his limbs grew heavier. His strokes slowed. He lost sight of the instructor as the raging current battered his face. Whether he was still heading in the right direction or not, he had no idea.
Yet he kept swimming.
He couldn't help but think about the others. They must be in hell.
He remembered how uncomfortable last night had been. The bed had been too small to fit two people. They had slept so close together he could feel Lumi's soft breaths throughout the night. But it had been necessary. He had to keep a close watch on her because of her condition.
