Chapter 72 Dripping Poison

Riding on Nalu’s back while he runs on the water’s surface was way worse than when he’s running underwater. There was no buoyancy force that fights and cancels his speed, and let me tell you, Nalu is called a water horse for a reason. Byron and I had to keep on our helmets because of the wind resistance at Nalu’s speed. 

If Nalu had not wrapped his watery mane on us around us as seatbelts, we might have been thrown to the water a few minutes earlier.

“Nathalia, where is he taking us?” My brother asked behind me, which I heard from the radio in our helmets.

“Puerto Rico. Apparently, that’s Silisk’s next target.” I said and glanced down on the octopus curled on my arm as I grabbed onto Nalu’s mane tightly.