Between your ragged and strained breaths, your weapon had dropped to the floor, and so did you. Your lungs felt as if they were burning from how much you were fighting back against the enemies of the Sea of Death.. Yet, you were vulnerable, and one shark didn't hesitate to take his chance.

"What, has the Great Sorcerer's kid given up? How sad."

Old had spoken, a noticeable smirk on his face as he stood before you. You could barely think or focus, your vision hazy as you glared up at him.