There's a reason why Fettis chose to partner with Fioni to explore the camp. Among the members of the squad, the Kraken is the one with the best night vision outside of the other two witches, and is only slightly inferior to Lothar and the Mountain Monster in terms of physical fitness and melee ability. Taken together, he is the perfect choice for exploration. Of course, the most important thing is that the warden does not trust the Kraken. Although Lothar was also not a member of the Witch Order, the Earl's acquaintance with Peg suggests that the man who calls himself the tarantula has a slight credibility. But Fioni is different, in a word, he is a Siren, not a human, not a witch, and he is far from the two in appearance and habits.

No one in this world has ever said anything like the heart of a non-self race, but this truth is deeply engraved in the heart of every creature that has come into contact with a different kind without words. It is true that Fioni had saved Peg and his party before, and more than once. He even suffered a month of hell for protecting Lothar and the networm from the witch's base. But for the witch, this is not enough, to be precise, his loyalty will not be recognized until the death of this Siren. Even death doesn't have to be. Because in the longer life cycle, Fettis knows that the life of an individual can be used as a pawn for too many things. And in a place like Heartbreaker Bay, where human life is like a mustard, there is never a shortage of those guys who are willing to give up their lives to play a big drama for the sake of temporary enjoyment. The witch wasn't sure if this Fioni was a pawn sent by the Krakens.

Fioni had long been mentally prepared for this suspicion. He shrugged his shoulders at Lothar and tucked his cutlass into his belt to keep up with the witch. The Count watched the two of them disappear into the darkness beyond the phosphorescent light, his expression a little worried. "Rest assured, she does things in a measured manner. As long as the Kraken didn't show any signs of betrayal, she wouldn't touch him. Karen also looked in the same direction, and whispered relief to the Count. Peg took out some food from his luggage and handed it to Lothar, who was the most important thing to do at the moment than to worry about the others.

The sand beneath his feet made the Siren feel a little uncomfortable, it was a little larger than the normal ground grains in Heartless Bay, and the shape was not so regular, if anyone else walked barefoot here, they might have pierced the skin from the tip of the sand grain. Without saying a word, the witch walked about five steps in front of Fioni, a distance where Fettis did not have to worry about the Kraken slashing at him with a scimitar without warning. She wore well-made leather boots on her feet, Fioni couldn't tell what kind of leather they were made of, but it was certain that even the best leather boots would not be suitable for the hot and humid environment of Heartless Bay, so the equipment on the witch's feet was not considered for comfort, but purely for actual combat.

"Shhh Fettis stopped and looked back at the Kraken, her eyes had an extremely dim glow, the result of her expanding her night vision and controlling the flow of magic, so that she could conceal herself as much as possible without affecting her vision, which young witches like Glenn and Peg did not possess.

Fioni shook his head lightly to show that he was okay, and then carefully bent down to lift his right foot, which he had suffered, and he found that what had punctured the scales on the sole of his foot was a small piece of broken shell. Or to be more precise, it's a barnacle fragment. Krakens know this creature, and they like to cling to rocks and raised coral reefs, but the more well-known barnacles are attached to large sea creatures or the bottom of human ships. The Kraken carefully observed the shard, judging by its pale and hardness, the shard's former owner had been dead for a long time, which was good news, indicating that whatever was in the cave that could attach barnacles to it, it hadn't touched the sea for many years. That way, at least it's certain that it won't be some kind of giant amphibian.

The Kraken waved his hand at his companion, signaling that there was no danger. Of course, the witch couldn't tell the type of shell from a single fragment, she just thought it was Fioni's bad luck. So the two of them continued to move towards the darkness, but their pace gradually slowed. The reason is simple, in the gray sand and gravel on the ground, more and more white shell fragments began to appear, and they were all very similar to the shells that had stabbed the soles of the Siren's feet before. Fettis glanced around, but didn't see the salt line, the witch had chosen the direction in the opposite direction of the salt line, which at least meant that they hadn't reached the end of the safe zone, if the safe zone was a closed figure.

Fioni walked up to the witch and crouched down to look at the shells on the ground, which he could tell were old and new, but they were more recent than the ones before. The Kraken frowned, under what circumstances would so many barnacles die en masse?and where did all these barnacles come from?Fettis looked at the Kraken with an inquiring look, and when it came to knowledge about the sea, the witch thought that she was inferior to the latter. But the Kraken could only shake his head helplessly, and if he wanted to know more information, the two of them had to move on.

This time, Fioni was ahead of the curve. With the lessons learned, the Kraken will carefully choose the landing point before landing, and try to use the forefoot instead of the entire foot when touching the ground. This approach made him a little embarrassed, but he would not be injured again by the hidden weapon on the ground. Blood can cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, both on land and in the depths of the sea. This cautious advance lasted for about an hour or two, and a large shadow appeared at the end of their field of vision. At first glance, it looked like a mountain, but with their previous experience, they quickly realized that it was a pelvis, a very, very large pelvic bone.

When they got closer, a discovery made their expressions amuse. Because on top of that pelvic bone, there were enough barnacles to drive anyone trying to measure crazy. And most importantly, these barnacles are not dead like those shards on the ground, judging by the fleshy tentacles of their shells, these things are probably still alive.

Fettis grabbed the Kraken's arm, she didn't want to approach the strange thing. As soon as Fioni didn't want to, the two quickly agreed that even if they wanted to find out, they would wait until the team was ready. But just as they were about to return, something even more terrifying happened, and those barnacles, or some of them, began to slowly move away from their original positions and climb down!