Bab 407: Forced to Tactical Nuke the Guardian, Waiting for Cooldown

After Stark revived, gasping for air as the last tendrils of death left his body, he wasted no time.

The cold, crushing depths of the abyss around him felt suffocating, but survival was all that mattered now.

His body surged upward through the pitch-black water, the suit clinging to his form enhancing every stroke.

He pushed himself harder, faster, desperate to escape the gaping maw of the abyss below.

Every muscle in his body screamed with exhaustion, but he didn't care.

The abyss wasn't empty.

Thalveros' voice thundered from below, a guttural roar that shook Stark's very core.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE, CHOSEN? YOUR FATE IS SEALED!"

With a flick of his wrist, his [Sculk Necklace] activated.

From the strange relic, a surge of slime-like liquid burst forth, forming a protective barrier around him.