On the boundless sandy beach, densely packed figures stood there, their numbers stretching far beyond sight.
These figures faced the ocean, muttering something continuously, as if engaged in a peculiar ceremony. The raspy sound, akin to a deep chant lasting mere seconds, reverberated across the sky and earth. This orderly and unified chanting was sometimes high, sometimes low, resembling the ebb and flow of tides, imparting a very strange feeling.
Through the Magic Screen in the Command Hall, Leo Ray closely observed these densely packed figures.
From behind, their ears appeared no different from fins, either light blue or silver, standing on either side of their heads, clearly the Desert Fishmen that Lila and Hollis had mentioned.
"What are these fishy-smelling guys up to?"
Moli's starry eyes were filled with curiosity as she stood on tiptoe, staring intently at the Magic Screen floating in mid-air in the Command Hall.
