Staring at the formidable Shanshan before them, the Archbishops' eyes showed not a trace of fear. Within their octopus-like horizontal pupils burned a grim resolve.
"shaggo.....th.....fhayak.....lloig.....ilyaa....." The bizarre spell began to resound once more, but this time, it did not emerge from the mouths of the Archbishops.
Charles, brows tightly furrowed, looked down along with all of Shanshan's eyes. The pitch-black seafloor was gradually being lit by an enormous concentric array, vast as an island and riddled with countless black dots.
As Charles focused his gaze, he immediately realized those dark dots were not mere marks—each one was a grotesquely twisted deep diver, and the chanting issued from their mouths.
Charles had no idea how many deep divers lurked below, but he was certain there were a great many. Perhaps every deep diver from the entire Abyss-Sea had gathered here.
