They were mermanoid in nature—twisted hybrids of fish and man, their scales bristling with unnatural sheen, eyes glowing with malice. Long fins curled down their arms like grotesque blades, and gills flared with each rasping breath.
"Sea-type Rift," Leon confirmed calmly as he landed, blade dripping with blueish blood that steamed on contact with the grass. "I'm guessing underwater zones, heavy aquatic magic, maybe corrupted sea beasts."
Roselia narrowed her eyes. "Great. I just did my hair."
Millim laughed. "This will be fun! Blood Knights, get ready—don't hold back this time!"
Naval pulled his halberd off his back with a sharp click. "Well, time to test my lightning resistance gear."
Liliana, ever quiet but watchful, murmured, "I sense something deeper inside. Those fish freaks were scouts."
Roman scratched the back of his neck. "Did we have to wake up to sea monsters?"
