Dimensional Descent

The blue whale's corpse caused another enormous wave to shoot upward. However the sixteen men and women had long since been prepared, shooting through the holes Arnold and Joyce created to face the next on coming curtain of black water.

Drake took out a twin pair of pistols as he landed on the surface of the water, a layer of Force protecting the soles of his feet. A twinkle lit in his eye when he raised them up, exuding an air of confidence the rookie hadn't had before.

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

His fingers began to move in rapid succession, causing another projectile to flash outward with every squeeze of the trigger. It felt as though he had the entire world within his domain. Every single one of his shots, without fail, pincered the brow of a carnivorous fish. It didn't seem to matter whether they were hiding deep within the black waters, nor did it matter that their images were distorted. None of it could escape Drake.

The other seven dropped down along with him. This time, Milan took the helm, a deep snort erupting from the depths of his chest.

"You think you can just blow a single hole through the wave and call it a day, Arnold?! HA!"

Milan's deep rumbling voice shook the waves beneath his feet, his Force rising to an unprecedented degree. He and the group behind him began to sink down as more and more of the dark waters were pushed to the side.

BANG!

At that moment, an enormous energy shield of silver shot out with Milan's body at the center. At first, it was just barely 1.8 meters tall. But, in the next instant, it ballooned to over 300 meters tall and wide, dwarfing the second oncoming wave.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

and even reflecting back with such force that a tsunami formed in the retreating

vanished and the Moon youths shot forward as well, smiling in Milan's direction as though to

a date with any one of you beauties as repayment!" Milan called out through

too short for

laughter came from Milan's back the moment these words fell. Raj and the

short, but he was a tick beneath six feet tall. He was just more stocky than he was gifted height wise. This made him the perfect size for anchoring an offensive line

direction, clearly siding with Joyce on this matter. Her light giggles penetrated Milan's heart, causing it to

show you all the prowess

called out, already having separated them

on the water's surface, mincing the fish that were just below into minced meat. Soon after, a

backward, but the group of 16 was

with such clarity that it almost looked as though they were instead polished works of black glass. However, as beautiful

the carnivorous fish. In fact, every one seemed to reap the lives of at least two or

hand forward, causing the rolling waters to stop in its tracks. The fish within began to whine and struggle, suddenly

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