Lucas was pulled toward the darker depth of the ocean. His deeply beating heart skipped a beat that almost choked him. He pursed his lips and tried to move his leg to free himself from the hold of the current.
He shook his leg, wanting to shake away the current, but the latter seemed insidious, stronger than the previous ones and latching onto him like a maggot. Lucas' expression changed, and he looked at the surface that went farther away from him. Suddenly, he calmed down.
Lucas' expression settled down, and he closed his eyes. His body returned to the way it was before. At the back of his mind, he noticed how despite having pushed his body, there had not been any relapse of his wounds.
His cells had not throbbed with pain, and his vessels had not wanted to burst. It was different from outside where the pressure from the gravity had held his body together.
*BANG*
