"There's something big beneath the swamp. Be careful."
Sherlock had just summoned a Mud Eagle when he immediately warned his companions, "When I summoned the Mud Eagle, I felt an enormous pressure coming from inside the swamp."
Normally, the "feel" of summoning a Mud Eagle should have been like pulling out a few lumps from a batch of half-kneaded, sloppy dough. But Sherlock had felt the dough squeezing his hand from all directions as he pulled...
That usually meant something enormous was moving through the swamp, creating pressure within it. Alternatively, there might be some kind of barrier beneath the swamp.
To be safe, Sherlock first warned them about the more dangerous possibility.
And soon, his warning proved useful—
The ground suddenly began to shake violently, making Sherlock stumble and nearly fall.
At that moment, a gray thread emerged from behind him and hung him from the tree as well.
Only then did Sherlock breathe a sigh of relief. But before he could thank her, the ground began shaking even more violently for the second time—
It was a strange, enormous creature fifteen or sixteen meters long, with an oval shell on its back.
It resembled a giant turtle, a softshell turtle, and a cockroach all at once. Its widest point was about six or seven meters across, and its bulk was more than six times the size of the bedroom in Hai Na's house. It had even pushed the trees straight out of the ground.
Its head was a sinister mass of pale bones, but the gaps between them had been completely clogged with damp, soft mud, making its head look like a gigantic taro.
Its limbs were not flat like a turtle's. Instead, they were thick and powerful, likewise made of bones and clay. The shell on its