"Clang—Crack!"
The sound of metal shattering.
"Boom!"
Followed by the heavy splash of something hitting water.
"Hiss—"
Andusha, who was standing rigidly in mid-air, trembled violently and then suddenly came back to his senses.
A massive, blood-red splash erupted on the water surface beneath him, as though something had just fallen into the water.
At this moment, Andusha couldn't care less.
The silver tentacles he controlled retracted all at once, as if frightened. His previous simple light armor that protected only a few vital parts quickly sprouted a mass of silver threads, weaving into a thick and magnificent heavy armor in a matter of seconds.
"Huff—Huff—"
Andusha, enveloped entirely in silver armor, was still in shock. He pressed a hand against his chest, half-bent over, panting heavily like a dog.
In the eyes revealed beneath the helmet, a thick fear and agitation still flowed outward.
"Young master! Are you alright?"
