While chasing the shadows of the sea, I faced the many shadows of subspace. I saw the worlds destroyed by them, those desolate objects and desolate endings... It terrified me, and I don't want our side of the world to encounter the same fate.
But following the predetermined fate offers no hope—change...
Change!
The only thing I want to see is 'change' itself!
For this, I pretended to submit to subspace just to seize that fleeting opportunity for change. For this, I abandoned Gaia's faith and turned to join under Dagon.
The Evil God of the Wave Fishman let me survive in that dire crisis where souls erupted, and it's because of this that I can use those filthy fish tricks to complete the symbolic ritual required by the God of Wealth.
Those filthy smokes are not meant to hurt anyone, merely to prevent interference from some annoying fellows and to demonstrate the power of wealth to our people!
Let me tell you!
