The floating ice undulated up and down.
The Old Toad resembled a round ball, rolling back and forth. On the less-than-20-square-meter fragmented ice surface, it spun circles while performing a full Thomas swing, water spraying in all directions along the edges.
"Frog Duke, you mustn't! Having endured so much hardship to arrive at the Blue Lake, how could we abandon our mission halfway through?"
"I don't care!" The Old Toad flipped upright and sat down. "Where is your Vortex Waterway entrance? Take me there quickly! I'll give you a Lower Grade Treasure Fish! Ten pounds!"
Hiss!
Amazing—it's actually willing to bleed out?
