"He wasn't affected by the Futan God?" Charles stared in surprise at the bandaged man in the center of the Bloody Magic Array.
That's impossible. This is obviously what happens after exposure to the Futan God's aura.
The slimy tentacles under the octopus-headed creature trembled slightly, and its repulsive voice rang out again.
"If I say he wasn't affected, then he wasn't. We understand the divine might of a Great Power far better than you. Governor, please send someone else over. The purifying blood for the ritual is drying up, and I'm afraid the effects will diminish if we wait any longer."
Charles frowned, looking at the bandaged man slumped on the ground. If he's not an option, then who should be saved first?
After a few seconds of thought, Charles turned to James, who was watching from nearby. "Buddy, help me bring Deep over."
The burly James nodded and quickly left with a squad of police officers in black.
