Each stench was vast, like a lake, possessing exclusive domains in the turbulent sea. Each was equivalent to a miniature typhoon, forming nature unique to their own. They were scattered about in the sea, the intents in them recognisable. Faint silhouettes formed in them, conforming to the figures of Floating Spiders that had been slain.
It counted; the increase in each number was the sound of despair pounding its heart. From single digits, it soon entered the double digits, more and more affecting its mind. Finally, just before it lost consciousness, it deactivated its Tier 1 Skill, having counted up to 31.