The ritual of the twelve octopus-headed figures had reached its final stage.
The pressure over the ocean's surface reached an absolute low. It felt as though every breath required a monumental effort, and a suffocating sensation fell over everyone present.
Deep's entire body was tense as he stared down at the countless eyes below the surface, swaying back and forth like seaweed. He resolved that at the first sign of any anomaly, he would throw himself in front of the Captain.
"Stay put," Charles said, pulling him back. "Don't cause trouble for me right now. That's the best help you can offer."
"Captain, I can help! I'm strong too!"
Charles ignored him, continuing to peer through the airship's glass. "If something very dangerous happens, take Shanshan and leave first."
Anna reached out and squeezed his hand, nodding gently with a smile. "Alright."
Seeing her smile, Charles opened his mouth helplessly but ended up saying nothing.
