"Them?" Jeffrey asked in confusion. "Why are they so interested in mixed-blood descendants?"
"By your imagination and understanding, they are ageless and immortal, with two Divine Beings and a Great Old One behind them. Their offspring should be spread throughout every corner of the deep sea, right?" Tierra asked after drinking a bowl of seafood chowder.
"Yes." Jeffrey nodded.
"No, their population is very small," Tierra said. "Unlike humans, they have no desire to touch one another's bodies, nor are they particularly enthusiastic about mating with each other. Sometimes, three or four centuries may pass before they welcome a new batch of clan members."
"Their Father Dagon and Mother God Hydra even have to gather all the Deep Ones somewhere in the depths of the Pacific Ocean every hundred years, hold a grand ritual worshipping Cthulhu, and force them to mate with one another afterward just to maintain a certain population."
"Moreover, aside from being ageless and able to move freely through the deep sea, most of them have no particularly remarkable abilities," Tierra explained to Jeffrey. "On land and in shallow waters, their combat strength is even inferior to that of a student who has just graduated from Hogwarts."
"So while they roam the ocean searching for food, those Deep Ones are occasionally hunted by sharks, sperm whales, orcas, and even dolphins—especially during World War II, when torpedoes fired in Muggle naval battles further reduced their population."
Jeffrey fell silent for a moment, pondering Tierra's words. Their interest in mixed-blood descendants gradually became clear to him.
"So they want to produce more offspring through interbreeding with humans and increase their population?" Jeffrey tried to summarize.
"Yes, and no." Tierra nodded, then shook his head. "Although there is insufficient evidence, we have reason to believe that the so-called Deep Ones