The dozen or so Futan Sect followers dressed in black robes seemed perfectly in sync with the terrifying Deep Ones surrounding them.
How did these guys end up like this? Are they even human anymore? Deep wondered.
Just as he had that thought, filthy black bubbles suddenly rose from the seawater, and three Clansmen of the Futan God appeared before him.
Under the watchful gaze of a group of naked Deep Ones, both sides halted simultaneously and began to negotiate.
"Human, what is it?" The Clansman's voice was raspy and shrill, a quality that persisted even after being filtered by the seawater.
The Futan Sect follower's voice was no better, sounding as if he were constantly choking on a lump of phlegm, which made it even more muffled when heard through the water.
"We've encountered trouble. We need your help."
"What kind of trouble?"
At this question, the leading Futan Sect follower's twisted face displayed obvious anger.
