Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 316 Scars
If he had to find a word to describe it, Kraft felt like he was experiencing severe... phantom limb pain.

He moved from top to bottom, his spine, arms, legs, palms and fingers, and found only minor scratches and bumps caused by the bumps, all limited to the surface, and no defects were found.

It's something else that hurts.

There are a lot of redundant parts in self-cognition, and the extra "limbs" are delivering negative feelings that occupy the entire mind to the consciousness.

It was an extreme pain, as if the limbs were folded in a very small space, unable to stretch. The tissues with poor blood circulation first felt sore and swollen, then stinging, and finally developed into necrosis, but the nerves within them did not die, and still faithfully transmitted the pain of contraction and kyphosis. Even the pain itself was caught in endless and endless decay.

It is not fiction, but something that actually exists, weighing heavily on consciousness.

The flustered monks were unaware of this as they were working together to drag the incapacitated professor out of the water to prevent him from drowning in the boat.

Then there is nothing that can be done.

As professional armed personnel, they do know a little bit of on-the-spot first aid knowledge, although it is limited to unbuttoning the collar to let in air, checking for serious external injuries, and perhaps some hemostatic bandages.

Normally this is not a disadvantage, as long as you can hold on until the doctor arrives.

But now, they were lost in a sludge of darkness and floating objects, and the only doctor in the team looked like he needed one.

If that were all, it wouldn't be that bad. After all, this wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this. The raging pain flooded my consciousness like a flood, and it also receded like a flood. It would take some time for the softening of my spiritual foundation to manifest.

Even Father Green, who was the most affected, managed to recover and held up his head to organize order.

Two people were responsible for stabilizing Kraft; those who still had the strength to do so tried to find containers to scoop out the water from the boat; the rest of the people sorted out the remaining supplies and tried to find things that could be used to restore the open fire.

Perhaps it was the idea that those who survived a disaster would be blessed in the future, and they psychologically assumed that there was some kind of luck or even divine protection, or they thought that nothing else could so coincidentally survive the disaster with them, so they did not conceal the activity any more.

It only took a few minutes for them to realize that they were completely wrong.

A monk who was bending over to scoop water accidentally discovered a spot of light in front of him when he looked up.

At first he thought it was a normal phenomenon of overexertion and did not pay much attention to it, until he began to wonder why it did not move with his vision, but was covered by the side of the ship when he lowered his head.

When I looked up again, the spot of light had become a little bigger.

By the time everyone received the warning, the thing had already approached to a dangerous distance, leaving a diffuse fluorescent trail behind it, and some kind of glowing fluid was flowing out of the wound like a meteor in the water.

Judging by visual inspection alone, it is no smaller than the ship's hull.

They didn't know what it was, but that light, that bleak, cold white light, was a memory that could not be erased.

Some monks tried to row away, but the half-full boat was slow and sluggish, and was useless except for wasting their energy.

Green used his foot to pull the crossbow again. The string made of mixed materials was soaked in water, and the loose and sluggish feeling was like pulling a taut wet rag, and the accuracy was seriously reduced.

The arrows that were also fished out of the water were shot out, and they poked a water splash beside the light spot crookedly. This was the most powerful counterattack they made before the close encounter. There was no second chance. Before the ridiculously slow reloading process was completed, it would arrive in front of them.

His arms were still able to pick up weapons, but they could only do so as the cold and exhaustion pulled his arms down, shaking uncontrollably.

As we got closer, we could even see how it moved, its flexible limbs stretched and retracted to propel it forward, floating closer to the surface. The light became brighter, coming from the raised tumors, flickering between the densely branched structures on the surface.

My consciousness began to blur, and I felt that they were pairs of soft arms, with palms and fingers as fine as hair, embracing the lost traveler in the darkness.

The overlapping sounds like a requiem spread like bubbles, surrounding the exhausted spirit, and it was difficult to refuse the choice to immerse oneself in it.

Then they heard the sound of water beside them.

Kraft slid into the water again without help and clung to the side of the boat. The suffocation from the water in his lungs temporarily overwhelmed his mental pain for a moment, and then he was stimulated by the sudden intrusion of something new, and his consciousness briefly revived.

The spiritual senses have been disconnected for a long time, or at least they should be, but I can still clearly feel those illusory existences. Perhaps this is its essence - the other part that is always denied and can never be escaped.

However, what we should think about now is obviously not this, but the painful cognition that is flowing.

Lucidity is more painful than chaos, and pain drives consciousness to produce an extremely sharp destructive will.

The foreign body embedded in the left arm was on the verge of being aroused, and it responded to the will in sync with the boiling spirit, eager to tear apart everything around it, the boat, the lake, the darkness, and even
This repressed level

Consciousness wants to do that and can do that.

The tearing phenomenon is an expression of pain, and he has fully resonated with that pain and can naturally express it.

The body that had been twitching irregularly the moment before suddenly burst out with amazing strength, pushing the figure in front of him away.

The muscles in his left arm tightened his skin and his blood vessels expanded. He swung his arm down with great force like swinging a sword, and it landed on the water, splashing a large amount of water.

Something happened, the sound was not even as loud as the gentlest ripples on the water, and only the initiator knew that it was the bitter fruit of the most terrible torture, and the pain of the spiritual body was transformed into scars in the physical world.

A thin line appeared out of nowhere, without any color, like a transparent hair blocking the boat and the approaching light source. But a new flow immediately formed around it, as if its appearance brought about a huge change in water pressure, stirring up the mud and sand in its path, and thus appeared in the water.

This brought some hope. Several pairs of eyes stared at the strips formed by the turbid vortex, without any time to think about where it came from or how it was related to the injured man's sudden movements.

Hope only lasted for a few breaths, and the white light passed through the boundary unhindered, without even a sign of obstruction. It was no more difficult than passing through an illusion.

The luminous creature continued to approach at a constant speed and raised the front half of its limbs.

The proximal end connected to the main body is swinging, while the distal end remains in place.

Its movement exhibits a certain disjointedness, causing it to pause incomprehensibly, and then to come to a complete standstill, losing momentum.

They watched the spot of light fall silently and split into two unrelated pieces before being completely swallowed up by the dark abyss under the mud and sand.