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Far much worse she began to tremble and was so close to jumping out of her own skin. It had a neck like a vulture and a long head that had hair like the stingers of a jelly fish; not only floating and moving about like underwater seaweed but black in colour looking like worms. Its face was small and only occupied a quarter of the head whilst the rest was all forehead; a forehead that was like Frankenstein's and was bumpy like the back of the crocodile. With round marble black eyes, four small holes in between the eyes where it breathed from and a mouth like an angler fish; wide and with razor sharp teeth, as many as a centipede had legs.

The water jet almost made contact. However, Matthew fired a beam of condensed astra to counter the water jet and it vapourised into bubbles. Cretoxarinh quickly moved in to attack. It seemed to have trusted Matthew to deflect Kraken’s attacks. With them working together, Cretoxarinh was able to get close and bite down on Kraken. Kraken wrapped its tentacles around Cretoxarinh. The toothed suction cups along the tentacles were scratching Cretoxarinh’s body. Luckily, its head was protected by a bony plate so it was not sustaining any major damage.

They bore testimony to the long history of the city. They were taken to Mariner's Bay, the farthest end of the Land of Dawn where the tribe of seaborns could be found, a kind of water dweller who unlike merpires rely solely on their voice to enchant their victims, the new creature knows how to use magic. Similar to a mermaid, they used to reside underwater. However, seaborns are in no way seductive like mermaids. They are not part fish and instead, mostly fish. Their head is the only part of their body that resembles human. They also have a pair of golden horn, red belly and an additional eye around their torso.

He took a sip and stared like staring could glue the night back together. Beneath the Surface Tuna blew out from under the Siren in a panicked silver cloud. The hull dimpled inward with a sick little pop. Then again—harder. Crunch. Metal doesn’t bruise, but this did—irregular dents like bites from something with too many teeth and the wrong jaw. The water thickened—heavier, murkier without silt, a density you could feel in your chest like a held breath. The hull groaned; ribs complained. An unseen mouth clamped again, snake-fast and mean.

He said choking me further with his arms on my neck. Soon Holf came out with two beastly creatures that I doubted were dogs. How could dogs look like this? There were too huge to be called dogs. No, they were beast or some kind of monsters I never knew existed. I could feel air being sucked out of my lung and my body drained of blood at the sight. Angel let out a villain laugh behind me then he pushed me toward the field.

He waved at me, impatient. I took a deep breath, adjusted my mask, and plunged into the water. Coolness enveloped me instantly, like slipping into another world. I steadied my breathing through the snorkel, kicking gently with my fins, letting my body float effortlessly. Sunlight pierced the water, casting shimmering patterns across the white sand below. Tiny fish swam in schools—blue, yellow, even bright orange—dancing among the corals. Some corals were soft pastels with smooth curves, others were rigid and rough with sharp textures. Sea anemones swayed, occasionally revealing little clownfish hiding within their tendrils.

She gave the boxes of Chanel clothes a little kick and said with a smirk, “Nigel treats every new lookalike like this. Don’t think you’re that special.” When I remained speechless, Jora crossed her arms and gave me a proud, mocking smile. “Even if we’re all just lookalikes, I’m still the one Mr. Jefferson cares about most. Otherwise, why would he have kept me around for so many years? “And look at you now. You’re older, not as pretty, and you have a scar on your face.” She pointed at my forehead and said sharply, “Once Mr. Jefferson sees you’re nothing like how he remembers, he’ll kick you out.”