The seabed was pitch-black, with a cluster of scattered lights in the distance.
A school of lanternfish swam over, but as they left, still more points of light appeared, like fireworks in the night. Deeper in the sea, the outlines of ancient ships loomed.
A fleet had appeared just like that, eerily, three thousand meters beneath the sea.
Thick masts, bright yellow sails, bows and sterns carved with the heads of vicious beasts, cloud patterns and dragon carvings engraved along the hulls-the enormous cabins were more staggering than some modern cruise ships. Each vessel resembled a ferocious deep-sea beast, radiating a terrifying sense of oppression.
Stranger still, nine of these ancient ships, each larger than a cruise ship, were joined together, jointly carrying a colossal thing.
It was a dense mass of corpses piled into the shape of a sleeping infant, its little hands and feet curled up. Something black and red connected the bodies, threading them together like tentacles or meridians.
From time to time, the dead would twitch their hands and feet. Though everything was silent, deafening wails seemed to churn the entire seabed.
On the tenth ship, several indistinct figures silently watched it all.
Without a sound or a sign.
Boom!
Formation runes abruptly lit up across every hull. Dazzling light illuminated the dark seabed as over a hundred ancient formations activated simultaneously. Something crossed a vast distance and slammed into them with an earth-shaking crash.
Large numbers of spell formations rapidly cracked and collapsed.
Like a ball struck by a tremendous kick, the entire fleet plunged deeper into the sea. Finally, amid a series of thunderous crashes, it struck an underwater cliff, embedding more than half the fleet in the earth.
The indistinct figures finally moved. One was a three-meter-tall little giant whose body shone with