Southern shore of Kynes Island.
The "missing person," Garvin, had dark red blood seeping from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, yet the six great horns atop his head continued to grow ever thicker and more rugged. Without so much as shifting his gaze, he stared at an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in ranger garb not far away.
"Quit staring already. You can't kill anyone by staring at them. Keep this up, and the fish is going to die."
The Sahuagin dangling from Garvin's hand spoke as though its body had been hollowed out.
On either side of Sarakra's lowered head were empty, vacant eyes.
If his mind had not already been thoroughly warped by the successive Psionic Illusions, then those two lunatics had been staring at each other like this for three days.
Both his original body and this Sahuagin body were typical amphibians.
But because of the contest between these two big shots, he had been trapped on shore for three straight days without a drop of water, and he was about to be baked into salted fish jerky.
Yet his soul had been imprisoned within this Sahuagin's body by that terrifying human, his perception of the body cut off. He was no different from a living dead fish.
As for how he had ended up in such a predicament, that story had to begin three days ago.
Sarakra had originally followed his agreement with Carlofish, the deep-sea squid: Sarakra would hold back that Silver Dragon, while the squid would be responsible for sinking that iron ship.
Everything had been going smoothly at first, and he had indeed trapped the other party with the Psionic Illusion, "Mirage."
Though he had been somewhat shocked that the other party had forcibly broken through his psionic spell through sheer willpower.
That did