Schiller put on his Night Vision Goggles, extinguished his torch, climbed over the wall, and glanced down from above. Sure enough, at the end of the street, he saw several blurry figures chasing a group of humans.
One look was enough for Schiller to confirm that they really were Deep Ones.
These fish-headed humanoid monsters wielding tridents were the most typical image of Deep Ones. But this village was called Farainess, not Innsmouth. What were Deep Ones doing here?
Schiller remembered that the classic Cthulhu novel, The Shadow Over Innsmouth, had mentioned how the unfortunate town of Innsmouth had interbred excessively with the Deep Ones, causing its humans to develop the Innsmouth look before eventually becoming Deep Ones and returning to the sea.
But Schiller was certain that this coastal town had no such Innsmouth look. Every local he had encountered looked perfectly human, and he had found nothing related to the Deep Ones here. What could possibly have triggered such a large-scale invasion by these undersea monsters?
Schiller could not help thinking of that incantation. If the spell had summoned Deep Ones, then this situation was not impossible.
But Schiller knew perfectly well that Jeff was a modern man. Modern ocean-going fleets were equipped with considerable firepower. If the spell's effect was to summon Deep Ones, it was hard to say whether these fishmen could defeat a fully armed, well-trained crew.
Deep Ones were not invincible, either. Although humans were naturally at a disadvantage against them, Jeff had been young no earlier than World War II, not the Middle Ages. Modern Humanity's firepower could already be called a carbon-based life-form exterminator. How many Deep Ones would it take to wipe out such a large fleet?
To avoid being spotted by the Deep Ones, Schiller quickly jumped down from the