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Three hundred years ago, Noir Giabella demonstrated the devastating power of the Demoneye of Fantasy most accurately, not in battle, but in a massacre. She had drowned thirty thousand elite soldiers of the Turas Kingdom on a plain devoid of water. The soldiers had lacked resistance to mental attacks. They had seen an ocean on the dry plain and floundered on the ground as if they were in deep water.
In their desperate attempt to escape the nonexistent sea, they shed their heavy armor and even cast aside their weapons. Yet, despite their efforts, all thirty thousand soldiers perished by drowning on the dry plain within minutes.
The situation Eugene found himself in now was even more dire than that event three centuries prior. This sea was an illusion, yet it was no illusion. It felt as real as any waking moment, and here, Eugene could die repeatedly without truly dying.
In the worst case, he would drown over and over again.
Eugene's eyes widened in panic, and he bit his lip while instinctively holding his breath. He could last perhaps dozens of minutes without air, but not indefinitely. However, holding his breath for too long impaired his thinking, and inevitably, his consciousness would start to fray. And he would lose consciousness regardless of his will.
He tried to move, but his efforts were futile. The infinite ocean seemed to flow towards him, its immense pressure crushing him.
Suddenly, a spiraled stream of water shot towards him like...
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