Quietly following the Fishmen squad to the coast, Dodd did not see the imagined scene.
According to the plan, that backup ship, which should have been ready with supplies, waiting for him to board and set sail immediately, had disappeared without a trace.
In its place was an enormous altar of unprecedented scale.
Coral with an oily, sweet color was forcibly shaped by some unknown power, twisted and proliferated under Magic Power; layer upon layer of steps were paved with dull stones from the deep sea, rough in texture and without luster, giving a dark and ominous feeling.
Among them, for Dodd, what chilled his heart and sent shivers down his spine was not this tall altar rising from the ground.
Just nearby the altar, amidst the coming and going Sha Hua Fishmen beside the coast.
Was a gigantic pit that made even a Senior Adventurer like Dodd feel faintly uncomfortable.
The soil on the edge had long been soaked in blood, revealing a nauseating dark brown.
