The Deep Ones' songs quivered through the seawater, a faint reddish glow radiating from the massive golden Futan statue.
The octopus-headed master of ceremonies revealed a glint of cunning in his dull-yellow, flat, round eyes.
As he raised the golden staff shrouded in blood-red mist, a low murmur began to mingle with the song, lending the eerie melody an even stranger undertone.
The blood-stained seawater gathered around the statue. Its red light grew stronger and stronger until it nearly swallowed the gold whole.
The statue seemed to show signs of melting, but it was only a hint. As the hymn ended, the statue reverted to its original form.
The octopus-head showed a trace of disappointment. With a wave of his hand, black bubbles enveloped his body, and he vanished before the Deep Ones' eyes.
Gradually, the Deep Ones' awareness began to return, and they dispersed in small groups.
