Someone had definitely done something to her in there.
"I also suggest you don't go in."
The Abyssal Hunter recalled what had happened to Kal'tsit, and her expression changed as well.
No girl wanted to be treated like that by those things.
The Seaborn's tentacles would carry off their companions before crushing them to pieces.
The ones inside would not hurt their victims, but they would definitely leave behind unforgettable psychological trauma.
Recalling the previous scene, Skadi felt discomfort in certain places.
"Skadi... enough... room..."
Ishar'mla began her mental contamination.
"Shut up, Ishar'mla."
The Abyssal Hunter's expression changed.
Her physical strength was enough to support all kinds of positions, but that did not mean Skadi liked them.
She was not some Abyssal Hunter with weird fetishes.
If she were treated like that, she would definitely suffocate.
Ishar'mla's words made the Abyssal Hunter imagine some terrible scenes.
"Okay... Skadi..."
The Sea God Consciousness stopped speaking.
She simply found it strange.
It was not unusual for Seaborn to reproduce that way.
Why was her blood relative so resistant to it?
"...Did you see what happened inside?"
W asked.
"...Are you sure you want to know?"
Skadi looked at her.
"..."
The best way to face fear was to smile at it!
Do it!
Let's go!
W refused to let anything become the source of her fear.
"I want to know."
The Sarkaz girl puffed out her chest.
"...Kal'tsit went in before too, and then I saw a whole pile of... well."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Skadi gestured at something and said so.
"Huh? That old woman was actually treated like that?"
W blurted out.
They played that hard?
Kal'tsit's tastes were actually like this?
"...I saw you get dragged in too."
The Abyssal Hunter glanced at the Sarkaz girl.
"..."