Endless flying parts swarmed forward, trying to obstruct the agile little eel, but nothing they did had any effect on it.
No matter what kind of attack the flying parts used, the attacks would pass straight through the eel's soft, transparent body before dissipating into thin air.
Some parts began to glow all over and rammed toward the little eel, only to come to a dead stop after passing through it.
The runic carvings on the parts first faded slowly, then vanished completely, as if someone had simply filled them in out of nowhere.
Without their runes, the parts became useless. They fell from the sky, crashing straight to the ground like worthless scraps of iron.
The little eel ignored the frantic parts. Wriggling its body, it roamed freely through the sky and plunged into the clouds and mist. A swarm of parts converged into a dark, oppressive cloud and gave chase, disappearing from sight.
The Fishman Race was clearly startled by this scene.
