What was going on? A battle between different Siren tribes?
Angel was in a detached state thanks to the control granted by the "Dream" charm, and would not interfere with the dream's course. She immediately approached the edge of the reef and looked toward the churning patch of sea, where blood occasionally welled up from below, hoping to get a closer look at the truth behind this nightmare.
Meanwhile, more Sirens emerged from beneath the surface. They seized their fleeing kin like madwomen, opened their gaping, bloodstained mouths, and tore into their scales and the flesh beneath with ghastly white, wolf-like fangs. Fresh blood kept spilling into the sea, staining the chaotic waters a dark red.
So that was where the blood rising from below came from?
Somewhat alarmed, Angel looked more closely and found that the Sirens attacking from below looked no different from those desperately fleeing across the surface. But their eyes, which should have been the color of the ocean, had turned entirely crimson. This was not merely a change caused by bloodshot eyes; they also held a savage power.
The owner of the dream, the Siren with platinum-blonde hair, clearly recognized her crazed kin. As she swam desperately in another direction, she kept looking back and giving sharp, short cries, seemingly trying to rouse the madwomen who were tearing into the normal Sirens. It had no effect, however, and instead drew two red-eyed Sirens into pursuit.
Their own kind attacking one another... no, it looked more like part of the tribe had gone mad for some reason and begun attacking the others... although nightmares didn't reproduce reality exactly, they revealed the dreamer's truest fears. That meant this blonde Siren really had been attacked by her own kind back then, and...
Angel's gaze followed the streak of