Deep within the stronghold, a large number of heretics stood on high alert.
Earlier, they had been warned by Shark that the Holy Court might have discovered this stronghold. If they noticed any outsiders sneaking in, or sensed any disturbance, they needed to be ready for battle.
"The arrival of the Sea Successor cannot be interrupted. This is the guidance from our God. The deep sea shelters us—we will surely defeat all our enemies and welcome the coming of the Sea Successor!"
A heretic paced back and forth around the combatants, rousing them with his words.
"You've all sensed the commotion just now. The Holy Court's dogs are barging in. We must not let them interrupt the ritual."
"Lord Shark has prepared for everything. Once they come in, they will most certainly be buried here!"
"And all of you shall return to the embrace of the deep sea, to the embrace of Roster, the King of the Deep!"
Just as he was motivating the heretics, a cold voice suddenly came through—
