It was cold to the touch, its scales were rough, and there was a strange fishy smell in the air. The fish controls its behavior by pulling a dagger from its neck.
Drake looked at the fishman with a look of confusion and bewilderment, realizing that there was something special and strange about the fishman that suddenly ran in front of him. His dull eyes filled with tears, and cold tears fell into his eyes, unable to blink. It fell from his eyes and ran down his face.
"Are you grieving for the child of a dead god? That prophecy will never e true, your gods will never rise again." Drake couldn't help but think, feeling the sadness of the merman. , It was a shame that I couldn't make fun of it.
There was no point in stopping the fishman from taking out the knife since the knife had already cut his throat and artery. Not only was he gasping for breath, but blood was still flowing from the wound. If you don't shoot the knife, you'll only be temporarily delayed. His death left him in even more pain than before his death.
Drake closed his eyes and quietly waited for death. After a while he found it difficult to open his eyes.
He couldn't open his eyes, but he felt something else. The fishman, who had stopped drawing his dagger, freed his hand and seemed to be stroking himself.
"It's so cold..." For some reason, after Drake's consciousness became more chaotic and dark, he began to panic and seek fort. What he was looking for was none other than a strange fishman who shed tears for him. It was unbelievable. The strange thing is that even Drake himself does not understand why he suddenly bees dependent on this fishman and even acts coquettishly towards him.
It's strange... everything is so strange. Drake thought to himself that his consciousness was reaching the freezing point of death.
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