Chapter 18: The End

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Grunts of pain filled the air as we crashed into the sea, our bodies slamming against the metal deck before sliding onto the cold, hard ground. I groaned, the impact leaving my limbs aching and my breath short. "You okay?" Lo'ak asked, his voice strained but full of concern.

"Yes," I managed to reply, catching my breath. As I struggled to sit up, I remembered the knife I had hidden. Without hesitation, I pulled it out from its concealed spot. Everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

"You had that the whole time?!" Lo'ak exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yeah," I said quickly, "I didn't want them to find it and take it away." Just as I finished speaking, there was another splash in the water. I looked up and saw the figure I had been desperately searching for. Neteyam.

"Neteyam!" Tuk shouted, her voice full of joy and relief. I couldn't help but smile as I saw him, his strong, familiar form cutting through the chaos. But before I could even say anything, Lo'ak smirked and interrupted, "You can send him those 'love-struck eyes' later. Cut me loose first!"

"Shut up," I muttered, focused on freeing myself. With a quick flick of my knife, I sliced through my cuffs. Neteyam rushed toward us, knife in hand, moving swiftly to cut Tsireya free.

"Hey, little brother," Neteyam said with a grin. Then, his eyes found mine, his voice softening. "Hey, my love. Need some help?" He was smiling, but there was urgency in his movements.

"I've got this," I said as I cut the last of my own cuffs, then immediately moved to help Lo'ak. "Are you okay?" I asked, glancing over at Neteyam as he worked on freeing Tuk.

"I should be asking you that," Neteyam replied, his brow furrowed with concern as he freed Tuk. "Tsireya, get Tuk out of here!" he commanded, his voice sharp, his focus entirely on getting us to safety.

"Bro, hurry up!" Lo'ak urged, frustrated as I fumbled with his cuffs, struggling with the last bit of the rope.

"Who's the mighty warrior now, huh?" Neteyam teased Lo'ak with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, say it."

Lo'ak smiled, shaking his head. "Bro..." he muttered, his gratitude evident. Finally, I freed him. "Let's go," Neteyam said, grabbing my arm as we prepared to dive overboard.

But just as we were about to escape, we realized something was wrong. Lo'ak wasn't with us. "Lo'ak!" Neteyam called out, panic rising in his voice.

"I need to find Spider!" Lo'ak shouted, his voice filled with determination.

"Lo'ak, we can look for him later! We need to go now!" I said, my voice tight with urgency as I glanced between him and Neteyam. Time was running out, and we had to move fast.

"I gotta get him... please," Lo'ak insisted, his eyes pleading. I could see the conflict in Neteyam's face as he shook his head, torn between the need to escape and the need to help his brother.

Finally, Neteyam sighed, the decision weighing heavily on him. "Fine," he grunted, giving in. But then he turned to me, his eyes filled with worry. "You need to leave now," he said softly, almost pleading with me.

"No," I said firmly, stepping closer to him. "I'm not leaving you, Neteyam. I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not. You're my mate, and I will be there with you." I pushed past him, following Lo'ak without a second thought.

Neteyam let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. "Y/N... ugh," he groaned, clearly disagreed, but he didn't argue. He fell in behind us, ready to face whatever lay ahead, together.

All three of us clung to the metal structure upside down, our bodies pressed against the ceiling, trying to remain unnoticed as the demons below scrambled to escape. We stayed still, barely daring to breathe, waiting for the right moment. Finally, we moved forward slowly, creeping along a yellow metal beam, searching for Spider. My knife was gripped tightly in my hand, while Neteyam moved beside me, his knife ready as well. We spotted Spider being escorted by humans, and without hesitation, Neteyam was the first to jump down, crashing into one of the guards. Lo'ak and I followed right behind him.

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