Within seconds, a gray-black creature shaped like an eel swam near them.
From afar, it truly had the look of an eel, gliding with elegant grace—only magnified and thickened nearly a hundredfold. But as it drew closer, everyone's brows furrowed slightly.
Its body had the elegant streamlined shape of an eel, but its head bore a huge round mouth that could barely close. The mouth was ringed with countless tentacles and sharp teeth, and at its deepest point was a mass of flesh folded shut like a chrysanthemum.
That enormous circular mouth carried such a bizarre sense of spiritual contamination that even those without trypophobia would feel unsettled by it.
"Ugh, so ugly," Dangros muttered, voicing everyone's thoughts.
"There are creatures far uglier than that all over the seabed." Nis casually replied, then looked at Angel. "This sea beast's form isn't particularly suited for combat. I observed it carefully just now—the skin around its round mouth bears faint traces of dark corrosion, as if it has been eroded by poison. It's very likely a sea beast that fights with toxins."
Nis said, "As long as we take precautions beforehand, we should be able to deal with it quickly. Shall we?"
Before Angel could respond, Reynolds hurriedly said, "The sea beasts grazing here are all eyes released by the laboratory. What they see is what the laboratory sees. If they are harmed, those controlling the sea beasts in the laboratory will notice immediately."
So, in Reynolds's view, since the illusion could obscure the sea beast's sight, it was best not to touch these sea beasts and alert the laboratory.
"What does it matter? Even if we forced our way in, the laboratory couldn't stop us..." Though Nis grumbled this aloud, he was a pragmatist. Dealing with this sea beast offered little