Beast Mark

Bailong struggled to breathe.

“Remember the immortal king's words.”

“He can’t see the future.” Bailong spoke, frustrated. Water rolled down his throat and his voice didn’t come. He turned languidly, closed his mouth, and tried not to throw up at the taste of extensive salt on his tongue.

The water kept taking him further and further into the depths of the sea. He couldn’t even see the sand floor now. Another wave took him back and his wings struggled to hold against the strong current. How Sevir resisted the pull, he didn’t know. It killed his confidence in his strength. His feet refused to hold on to the sand when he shifted, his body refused to bury in the wet sand, drifting despite his best efforts into the sea.