Fish Food

As I feel myself being pulled towards the spatial and watery vortex of destruction, I also feel my body being pulled apart, as if being ripped piece by piece. But my body holds together thanks to all the toughness and durability I have gained over the years. Not like dying would mean much for me currently in this realm, as I would eventually just come back to life.

Though dying this way would be excruciatingly painful, and not only that but who knows where I will end up as pieces of my body would be sent all over the realm from this spatial energy.

So I resist with all my might, trying to get away from the swirling vortex, but I have nothing to try and hold onto as I am in the middle of the sea. I am even standing on water, which is difficult in of itself, so I just keep getting dragged closer and closer to the center of the vortex.

My only hope now for survival is to destroy the massive vortex of water and spatial energy with even more overwhelming force than it creates.

So like all my attacks before, I grip my spear, tense my muscles, and will my body with every fiber of my being to thrust this spear forward. All my strength focused on this attack creates a vortex of itself.

But the one I created is of pure force, the physical force generated from the pressure of my forward spear thrust, using every ounce of strength in my body to force my spear forward, aiming for the whirlpool formed in the sea.

And yet, the sound generated from the class of the two whirlpool vortexes silences the world as both sound and light evaporate from the realm. I stand there, unable to see nor hear anything for a few moments before both of them return to normalcy.

But normalcy is far from what I would describe as the after-effects of my attack colliding with the Gillips, as the destruction is wide and far-reaching.

For, there is no longer a sea here. I now stand on the ground beneath where the sea once was. It is now but a crater on a lower elevation than the regular land that is not too far away. Even as far as I can see, there is no water, no ocean, and nothing for sea life to thrive.

It is all gone, evaporated, destroyed in the mix of the two overpowering attacks from both of us. Or maybe just from my attack itself. Either way, the sea is gone.

Opposite of me is the Gillip, itself surprised and in terror as it flops about on the dry land in anxiousness. Though it can survive on land, it is largely weakened, and not only that, but it becomes terrified as it is out of its natural habitat. Not only that, it can't feel the sea anywhere near it, as if it is completely gone.

It feels nothing but worried and terrified for what is to come. In fact, it is not paying any attention to me whatsoever as it flops about, trying to find water, any water at all, feeling dry and in need of something to remind it of its home.

Alas, it finds nothing, nothing but the dry sand of the ground. And now, realizing that there is no water nearby and that its sea is gone, all it feels is hopelessness, as if it has no purpose or worth anymore. It stops flopping about and just stays still, not knowing what to do anymore, so it does nothing.

Just stays there staring off into the distance, as if remembering the good ole days before it lost its home. It cares naught for me or anything else, as its only purpose is now gone.

I decided to end it and put it out of its misery as I no longer feel much for wanting to fight or anything, so I decided to end it quickly as it does nothing in retaliation.

The Gillip just lets me pierce my spear into its head, not uttering a sound nor moving an inch in retaliation as it just lets itself be killed. I feel nothing to this, as I just see it as another victory I have attained. But neither did I want it to suffer or for this to be dragged out any longer, so I simply ended it.

And now, thanks to this, I have a nice large fish to eat. Though I still eat it raw, as I begin to dig into its flesh. I waste not a single thing as my evolved, sharpened, and durable teeth puncture the scales of the fish as I devour every bit. Bones, flesh, scales, meat, blood, organs, and every part of the fish becomes my sustenance and my future strength.

Hours go by as I feast on my prey, feeling strength course through my body with every bite; no matter how small the increase, I feel myself becoming stronger, bite by bite.

And eventually, nothing is left of the Gillip; even its hopes and dreams were devoured by me, leaving nothing but a memory. But that is also how it would have left me if it could.

So now, I leave this region of nothing but regular ground now that the sea is gone. And I now have to hunt my last prey and the very last living thing in this realm other than me. The Macarat.

The toughest one to find, as I have yet to even see the beast. I have only heard of it from the few conversations I had with the Titanic Cyclops, as it was the only one that I could talk with. Even with its broken use of language.

But now I have to hunt this elusive underground crawling monster as it burrows and makes the entire underground of the realm its home and playground. I have no idea how I will find it or fight it underground, as that will be just as difficult as fighting at sea.

First, I need to find the damn thing!