"This is another piece of evidence for the speculation I mentioned earlier." Tierra said as he cut into the shrimp-and-lamb chop on his plate, as though giving a lecture.
"Of course, this evidence is far from conclusive. I never had the opportunity to directly observe or interact with those Deep Ones." Tierra sighed regretfully. "I cannot touch the ocean."
"To be precise, I try not to touch the ocean. I am a newly elevated Divine Being, too young, and they are all wary of me."
"All my information about the Deep Ones came from that great library," Tierra said, "as well as some investigation reports scattered throughout the Muggle World, written by Muggle occult enthusiasts."
"Some of them had very in-depth conversations with Deep Ones. I obtained transcripts of those conversations."
"One researcher, a Muggle named Hallelujah Frolov, was a geologist. While surveying the geological formations of Surtsey, he was lucky—or perhaps unlucky—enough to become separated from the main group on that desolate island. During his time surviving there, he encountered a strange creature." Tierra sighed. "He lived with that strange creature for three days. It did not disappear until the night before the rescue team found him."
"Although Professor Frolov called that strange creature a Toadman, I believe it was a Deep One," Tierra said.
"A later monograph published by Professor Frolov, Journey to Surtsey: My Conversations with the Toadman, also confirmed this through its scattered details." As Tierra spoke, he set down the fork in his right hand and gave the table a light push—
A thin book about the size of a notebook abruptly appeared on the table.
Its cover depicted a man with a toad's head, as though painted by a third-rate artist.
Though the drawing was crude, it was strikingly lifelike. A few simple pencil