When the colors appeared, something inside the temple, shrouded beneath the white "curtain," began to glow.
A faint, murky light gradually brightened, blooming soundlessly in the still water. The lanternfish in the documentary took the place of Qu Xuanqing in Yu Xing's mind.
The scene before them felt much like the glowing lure that sprouted from a lanternfish's forehead.
Before, they had been able to see underwater partly because of their own special abilities, and partly because the octopus cognition Ghost Wine had given them had adjusted their perspective to some bizarre new level. They didn't understand how it worked, but in practice, they had gained the sense of sight.
Now that real light was shining from the bottomless, murky water, they were suddenly reminded of what normal vision was like. But they had no time to savor the strange sensations of the shift. They could only stay on guard as the enormous shadow puppet took shape.
Shadow puppets—the element that had run through the entire deduction. They had first appeared before the deduction even began, and now, in the land of a false god's worship, shadow puppets had appeared once more.
So huge, so sinister, so... impossible to shake.
Yet the group was delighted. That's it. We really have found the heart of the matter.
The light shone through the curtain formed from white filth, making it look like a fish bladder on the verge of bursting. The bizarre shadow puppet on its surface grew clearer in the light.
Its enormous eyes never blinked. Perhaps it had no eyelids. The whites were red, the pupils black. Suddenly, the huge black pupil turned toward the people floating in the water, swiveling with startling agility.
Then its smile grew wider and wider. Its thin mouth slowly stretched until it reached the