Dodd quietly followed behind the murloc squad to the shore, but what he saw was nothing like what he had imagined.
According to the original plan, the backup ship should have finished loading supplies and been waiting for him to board so they could set sail immediately. Yet it had vanished without a trace.
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In its place stood a colossal altar on a scale never seen before.
Coral that gleamed with the cloying sheen of oil slicks had been forcibly molded by some unknown power, twisting and proliferating under the influence of Magic Power. Tier upon tier of steps had been laid with dull rocks from the deep sea, their rough, lusterless texture exuding a dark and ominous air.
Yet for Dodd, what truly sent a chill through his heart and made cold sweat prickle down his back was not the towering altar that had risen from the ground before him.
Not far from the altar, amid the Sahuagin moving back and forth along the shore—
There was a massive pit that made even a veteran Adventurer like Dodd feel faintly sick.
The soil around its edges had long been soaked through with blood, turning a nauseating dark brown.
Countless corpses, too many to even estimate, had been piled layer upon layer. From afar, they looked like a small mountain of flesh and blood rising beside the sea.
Dodd had no idea how deep the Sahuagin had dug this pit, nor could he know whether what he saw was merely the tip of the iceberg.
But even the portion of the corpse pile protruding above ground made him wonder whether the Sahuagin had slaughtered every living soul on Stodd Island during this time.
Only when he spotted several familiar faces, now utterly dead, among the heaps of