Swoosh~
The wind came from the canyon, blowing short hair into disarray, and the ice silkworm fishing line flashed with a bright light.
The layers of Blue Lake surged, the clear tide wrapped in white foam slapped against the pebbly beach—a black earthworm penetrated by the hook "wriggled" its figure, luring the silver-scaled little fish. Suddenly, a gust of wind tugged at the silver line, moving the hook.
The icy water stimulated the earthworm, struggling limply for life. The little fish retreated in panic. In the surging waves, an irregular ripple appeared out of place, and from the sky, a dark shadow descended, extending sharp claws.
Screech!
