"Deep diver? Immortal?" Charles looked at his companion with an extremely unfamiliar gaze, unable to accept this transformation.
His companion was not only the person who had led the Unicorne off course, but he was also not human.
Long, needle-like sharp fangs pushed out Deep's teeth, the bloodstained white teeth scattered on the ground like corn kernels.
Deep took off his gloves, revealing a pair of hands with webbing and fish scales in front of Charles, his appearance increasingly resembling the surrounding monsters.
"Captain, come quickly, look over here," Deep, standing at the rail, called out joyously, waving his hands.
At that moment, the deep divers had already climbed onto the rail; they stood silently around like nauseating green statues, the sickening smell of fish permeating the air.
Looking at the path cleared by the deep divers ahead, Charles took a deep breath and walked beside him.