Welcome, honored guests. Please forgive me for being a little late.
Just then, the voice of a middle-aged man echoed in Colin's mind.
"Do you think that welcoming party earlier wasn't enough?" Colin shouted at the dark water before him. "Let the Dwarves go!"
A SPLASH resounded. A geyser of water erupted from the surface before him, and then a massive, meter-wide fish head emerged from the dark depths.
The head had no scales, only a layer of skin slick with mucus. Three bright red eyes, devoid of irises or pupils, were arranged in a vertical line down the center of its face. It had a spiracle on either side, but for a moment, Colin couldn't see a mouth anywhere on its head.
'So the creature actually decided to show itself,' Colin thought.
Ah, you mean those wretched stragglers left behind by the Shadow Anvil Clan? the voice echoed in Colin's mind once more. The king of the Shadow Anvil Clan is in my possession. By right of conquest, this land now belongs to me... invader.
