Mutated Sirens

"...These settlements varied in size. The smaller ones had only a few dozen Mutated Sea Clan members living there, while the larger ones had formed Mutated Sea Clan villages with nearly a thousand of them... So if you ask me for the exact number of Mutated Sea Clan members, I can't tell you. But I can give you a rough estimate—perhaps tens of thousands of sea folk."

Boss of the Walrus People walked through the heavily fog-shrouded streets, his heart growing colder with every step.

He had been walking for so long, yet he had not seen any effective resistance from the Gray Dwarves or Sirens. It was as though every resident of the town was fleeing in all directions...

Nearly a thousand Half-Elf Guards followed behind Roy. Everyone feared getting lost on the island, so they stayed close together.

Whenever anything happened at the rear, the Half-Elf Guards in front would stop.

"Take me to Captain Relf's manor!"

Boss of the Walrus People did not stop walking, nor did he change direction...

Once there were no more buildings on either side of the road, the group had left the town.

Although there was a small path beneath their feet, the thick fog made it impossible for anyone to tell which direction they were heading. Low shrubs covered in moss surrounded them, and even those shrubs looked unhealthy in the mist, their leaves covered in droplets of water.

A beam of holy light fell ahead, dispersing the surrounding fog. Unfortunately, new fog quickly flowed in to replace it.

As he walked, Boss of the Walrus People continued introducing the island's current situation.

After leaving the town, the group entered a swamp formed by dense thickets. A group of swamp fishmen lived there. They had originally been servants of the Sirens,