Several figures swam swiftly upward through the deep sea, leaving strong wakes behind them.
They passed through an opening in a layer of vines, and with a splash like an explosion, Pororo leaped out of the water, cradling the completely weakened and trembling Alka in his arms.
"GASP... WHEEZE... COUGH! COUGH!"
Alka knelt on the deck, coughing frantically and gulping the fresh air.
A faint layer of Frost still clung to his body, a chill that had frozen him from the inside out.
"A miscalculation... damn that... accursed Evil Spirit," Alka stammered, his teeth chattering.
The three spheres, already somewhat drained, returned to swirl around Juanlu. They had been frozen into ice sculptures, also covered with Frost. However, they hadn't been attacked; rather, they had consumed something they shouldn't have.
