Chương 32: Chapter 32
The ocean had a mind of its own. It had always been there, always a part of the world, but now it moved with a purpose.
It began as a ripple, a slow swell near the shore. A wave, no different from the countless others that rolled in each day. But this time, there was no retreat. It broke against the rocks, and then it came again. Larger. It began to rise.
James watched it from the beach, heart racing in a way he couldn't explain. The sea felt... wrong. He could feel it, the pull, like the waves were trying to drag him down. He had always been afraid of the water, but this was something else. It wasn't just fear. It was as if the sea was calling to him.
A low, rumbling sound spread from the water, like the growl of some massive creature beneath the surface. His feet moved, almost against his will, toward the water. He couldn't stop them.
The ocean didn't just wait for him. It expected him.
James shook his head. The idea of the ocean having a will, a mind of its own, was absurd. But as he moved closer, the sound grew louder. It wasn't a wave crashing; it was something more. A pulse. A heartbeat. The ocean was alive, and it was angry.
A soft whisper rose from the waves, like a distant voice, barely audible. He didn't understand the words, but they pulled at him. It was like it was speaking to him, inside his mind.
"Come closer," the voice murmured. "I'm ready."
His breath caught in his throat. This wasn't normal. This wasn't natural. The sea was changing, becoming something more. He could feel it in his bones.
James turned to run, but his legs didn't obey. He was frozen, staring at the water, which now seemed to stretch beyond the horizon. The whisper grew louder, now a command.
"You can't escape me," it said, and it wasn't just a voice. It was the sea itself, pulling at him, wanting him.
A terrible sound split the air. It wasn't thunder, though it sounded like it. It was the sound of something enormous moving, twisting, ready to break free. The ocean lifted, rising higher than it ever had before, preparing to swallow everything in its path.
He tried to scream. His mouth was dry, his voice lost to the roar of the tide. The water crashed around him. Cold, bitter. It filled his mouth, his nose. He kicked his legs, tried to claw at the sand, but the wave rose higher. It crashed down over him.
He fought. He couldn't breathe. His body was already numb.
And then, the twist.
He was no longer fighting alone. Other bodies, some old, some young, some barely formed, clung to him. The others weren't trying to swim; they were simply there. And all of them, all of them, were looking at him, waiting. Waiting for the next wave.
The sea was not flooding the world. The sea was feeding.
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