Occulus: Tale of the First Blood Witch

Chapter 30

"I harbor no desire to rule over any expanse of ocean," Trent retorted with a firm resolve. "And as for joining your cause, that's an unequivocal 'no'."

Trent couldn't help but draw a parallel to Ivan Kondakov, whose hunger for power had driven him to commit unspeakable acts against innocent beings—a notion he found utterly abhorrent.

Sultan Agos, along with his twin brother, spoke in eerie unison, their voices nearly indistinguishable. "Don't attempt to convince us that you weren't offered a choice," Sultan Agos declared, his tone dripping with a sinister edge. "Take a good, long look around, for this very place will be your final resting ground!"

The colossal octopus gracefully glided through the water, its massive form encircling Trent, leaving him with little room for escape. It was becoming increasingly evident that Trent's only option was to face his adversaries in a battle to the very end. The shokoy, with their menacing tridents in hand, closed in on him with precision.

Trent, expertly flowed with the currents, evading the deadly thrusts of their tridents, all the while attempting to outmaneuver their relentless assaults. In a bid for survival, he conjured bubbles, hoping to ensnare his assailants, but the shokoy were swift and cunning, using their sharp weapons to shatter his watery snares.

As the shokoy pressed their second wave of attack, they darted towards him with astonishing speed, leaving Trent with little time to prepare. With quick thinking, he summoned ice swords into existence, forming them from the surrounding water, their glimmering edges ready to parry the razor-sharp tridents. The battle beneath the waves had begun, a dance of elemental mastery and ancient weaponry, with Trent fighting for his very life against the formidable shokoy.

The aquatic battlefield echoed with the resounding clash of weapons as the intense combat between Trent and the shokoy raged on. The shokoy's tridents proved relentless, their sharp, gleaming prongs battering relentlessly against Trent's ice swords.

Despite his formidable powers, Trent's ice swords began to buckle under the relentless assault. Cracks spiderwebbed across the once-ice-solid blades, and in a sudden burst of strength, the shokoy managed to shatter them entirely. With the shattered remnants of his defenses scattering like icy fragments, Trent found himself tumbling deeper into the unforgiving depths of the ocean, his struggle against the formidable shokoy taking an ominous turn.

Trent acknowledged to himself the undeniable truth—he couldn't keep up with the blinding speed of the shokoy's relentless attacks. His situation had become dire, and he desperately needed to alter the course of this harrowing battle. The wide-open surroundings were playing against him, providing the shokoy with ample opportunities to strike and potentially overwhelm him. He knew that his only hope lay in finding a hidden sanctuary, a place where he could regroup and strategize.

Suddenly, a flicker of hope emerged amidst the tumultuous underwater chaos. His keen eyes discerned the shadowy form of something concealed in the depths of the ocean. With resolve burning in his heart, Trent wasted no time and propelled himself forward, racing toward that mysterious refuge.

"Who said you could escape?" Prince Sultan Agos' furious voice reverberated through the water. "You'll never escape from us."

Trent's heart raced as he closed in on the enigmatic shadow he had spotted. It gradually took shape as he approached—an ancient, sunken ship, half-buried in the ocean's depths. This discovery was a lifeline in the midst of a dire battle.

"Come back here!" Sultan Kasama's shout pierced the watery expanse as he turned to catch sight of Trent making a break for it. The shokoy were relentless, swiftly swimming in pursuit, their determination unwavering.