Section 74: Far from Enough

A Fishman youth slowly opened his eyes.

"wm... ma?" The Fishman's vision was blurry, his breath weak, and his life hanging by a thread.

He saw a vast expanse of white light.

His call received no response, but he heard the occasional clashing of metal.

The crisp sounds reminded him of clashing swords, jolting him into remembrance.

He remembered—he was fighting before he passed out! His goal was to board that huge Human Race warship, but unexpectedly, as he was climbing, he looked up and saw a giant!

In the giant's hand was a Wolf Fang Club, sweeping towards him.

Pain and darkness struck simultaneously; he faintly heard the sound of his bones breaking and then the sound of himself falling into the water.

After that, he knew nothing.

"gwall?" The Fishman spoke again.

His vision gradually cleared.

The blinding white light before him slowly lessened, and he realized he was in a room.

The room was peculiar, with metal walls and ceiling.