They left the bath and went back to the locker room, where Clara pointed to the trunk of Lady Oink.

I hope it works. Cyril thought and went to the trunk.

He found the castle formation and applied the severed hand to it. Blood was still dripping from the other end of the hand as the blue symbols brightened and changed places. There was a faint pop, and the lid of the trunk opened a crack.

"Now the elemental must appear." Clara smiled. "I've always wanted to see them."

"So it's not a fact it's here?" Cyril turned to her.

Clara didn't have time to answer. She shivered, smiled enigmatically, and shrank back against the wet wall when the room suddenly turned cold. Drops of water formed on the ceiling, and the air freshened.

Cyril recalled a day he was going camping with his family. After three hours of wandering through the woods, they finally reached a river, and the air was exactly the same as it was now. He tossed the severed limb aside and opened his arms in a familiar gesture.

I strongly hope this elemental will kill me. Cyril thought. But I doubt no less.

Clara shrank back against the wall. The already sweat-soaked dress was now drenched to the skin. The girl was shaking. Her curiosity turned to admiration as Cyril spread his arms fearlessly. The anticipation of seeing the elemental gave way to fear as soon as Clara realized that both of them might have died. Her wet dress and the cold air made her teeth chatter. But most of all, she was experiencing a very unexpected orgasm.

She could see Cyril staring straight ahead. At that moment, he seemed so incredible, so different from all the men she had ever met. Clara couldn't believe that he had just killed three people and put Lady Oink to death. But when she saw his burning eyes, watching him now, she knew that she was ready to serve him, whoever he was.

"You c-can lie to me." She said, her teeth chattering. "Whether you're a servant of Fate or an ancient evil, I d-don't care."

Clouds gathered under the ceiling.

"Just let me b-be there for you." Clara said.

The girl's voice disappeared in a sudden thunder.

She curled up in a ball, eyes closed. The clouds overhead flashed with lightning, and a downpour descended. Torrents of water swept crucified Cyril, and small tornado swirled around him. The wind went raged, slanting drops fell down on him, and a cold hail hit on trembling Clara. A warm sea spread under her as she wet herself with fear.

"Come out, you beast!" Cyril's voice came from the roaring storm. "Show yourself, elemental! I don't give a shit 'bout hail and wind, I've got a million bucks offer for you!"

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The storm subsided, the lightning flashed for the last time, the cold rain cooled the urine under Clara's ass, and the drops of water began to form a figure.

"It might frighten a common man." Cyril said. "But I've got a problem with dying."

[You shouldn't talk to me like that, human.]

Did that shit just go through my mind? Cyril was surprised. Such a pop faggot's voice.

[Is this an insult?]

The voice in Cyril's head sounded surprised when the figure finally found its final shape. In front of Curil stood a two-meter-high creature made up entirely of water and bubbles. Rare bubbles rose inside the water body as the elemental spoke in Cyril's mind.

"It's definitely an insult." He said aloud. "I don't wanna telepathize with you. It's a private zone."

The figure resembled a huge slug with short tentacles in place of arms, no legs, and a head without a face.

Just a clear water with love of telepathy. Cyril chuckled. This world is already fucked up with special effects.

[For insulting a primordial being and breaking into an alien formation, a person must die.]

"Sure, go ahead."

The figure floated forward and swallowed the man. Once inside, the first thing Cyril did was gulp down water and wait, eyes wide, for him to start choking. As time went on, he wanted to breathe, but he wanted to die even more. Cyril closed his eyes and imagined his wife's face. Then he remembered his son and his funny smile.

Then his chest began to burn. Cyril felt his body burn from the inside out, but he didn't want to change anything.

I could die of suffocation! He exulted inwardly until he realized that he had made a mistake. No, my fucking body, stop, no!

Clara saw the fire return to Cyril's eyes. Where the fire touched the water, the water began to boil. The elemental rippled, its large body swaying to one side, then to the other. There were more and more bubbles. The elemental began to form an icy shell.

"You're incredible." Clara squeaked, clutching her wet dress to her chest. "Don't die, just don't die."

But as much as he wanted to die, his body thought otherwise. He stopped seeing his wife and child. Now his quick hands and small bubbles flashed before his eyes. A moment later, he broke the ice cocoon and jumped out.

"Bitch, no! Cough, cough! I was so close, nooo!"

Cyril fell to his knees and wept. The elemental behind him was recovering and regaining its slug form. The shards of ice quickly melted back into their original body.

[How did you get out, human!?] The giant snail was amazed. [No one can defeat an elemental except another elemental. You don't look like a fire element. Who are you? A powerful mage?]

Cyril was in no hurry to answer. He was on his knees, coughing, breathing, spitting, and crying. The fire in his eyes disappeared as soon as he regained control of his own body.

[I have heard of magicians.] The elemental continued. [In my time, they didn't exist yet. Are you one of them?]

Clara watched as the man of her dreams climbed out of the icy body and now bent over in tears. She didn't know what to do. He was so strong, but now he was crying like a child. After a moment's thought, she tore herself away from the wet wall and crawled closer to hug him.

"Get off!" Cyril cried and slammed his fist down on the wet floor.

Clara jumped back. The elemental fell silent. Cyril got to his feet and turned to the water figure.

"Fuck you with your questions, motherfucker. And fuck you with your water. From now on, you listen to me if you don't want to die in a fire. Is that clear?"

The water figure hesitated again, but calmed down after blowing a couple of bubbles.

[I agree to serve you, human, but on one condition.]

"Tell me."

[You will show me how my world has changed. My kind ruled here millions of years ago. Now we live in reservoirs and protect the gifts of nature as a local source. Smart people convinced me to cooperate by promising a lot of dirt. But I'm not interested anymore. I want to see what people are capable of, other than breeding sewage.]

"That's a fucking plan, asshole." Cyril snapped, wiping his face with his hand. "I'll show you the world, because I know nothing, too. But first you're going to get some shit."

[I agree.] The snail let out bubbles. [You can summon me at any time by pronouncing my ancient name - Gurgle.]

Oh, fuck. Cyril grimaced, hearing another ridiculous name.

"Clara." He said, turning to the girl. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. Let's have sex tonight and forget about it. In the meantime, I need to get some clothes and visit one weirdo."

Clara stood up in the corner where she had been sitting on the floor after Cyril's yell, and smiled awkwardly. Her face expressed delight when the girl heard the offer to have sex.

"Wait for me here or in the waiting room." She said. "I'll be right back."

Clara ran out of the locker room, not caring about her wet dress. The elemental evaporated, taking the dead hand with it and drying the floor and walls. The humidity of the room was replaced by the familiar atmosphere of a locker room, when the rest of the trunk's owner's body disappeared in the neighboring baths.

Gotta check the fat old woman's trunk as I'm waiting for Clara.