"It's vertical, facing the reservoir. I'm ninety-percent sure it's water on the other side, too. The pressure from both sides just balanced it. Only the filth is seeping in."
Arkai said, as usual, delivering a tactical assessment while his body screamed at him to get out of the water. The dizziness from corruption poisoning was no joke.
"Which means it's aquatic monsters," Oathran said, his tone grim.
"And more corruption will leak into the reservoir from the rift if we keep pumping away the water…" Eastiel was strained as he whispered, his mana still pouring into the concrete and his claws still digging into the cracks.
"Local Werebeavers are here!" Damon said, cutting through the comms. "A new temporary dam is being constructed upstream. S-Ranked Hunter, Miss Rachel, is also here. She is on her way to you to help plug the leak from the rift, don't worry!"
"We still at least try to reduce the pressure from the reservoir. How about the other water magic users?" Arkai asked.
