Bab 395: || Chapter 384 || Bored and Wanting

Moulin's lips parted. Delicate bubbles escaped his mouth. A liquid haze blurs his vision like a drunkard's eyes, heavily navigating the busy streets. The world is dark and blue, feeling as though he is swallowed by a giant serpent and left to slip into its grinding stomach. The water around him trembles and pulls him deeper into the depths. He doesn't struggle, letting the darkness swallow his body. Chest tightening. Lung squeezing in a struggle but he could bear it. 

His limbs moves, drawing him to the dark bed of sand underneath. Glowing rings of silver adorned his eyes.  There are faint shouts tickling his ears although the only thing he hears is the rumble of dark waters around him. Moulin narrowed his eyes and kneels on the sand, secretly aiming to entrap him. It moves slowly licking his calves and knees. Moulin swiftly takes out a metal stake and plunged its pointed end into the sand.