Isita is confident in the mission she is doing. This confidence came from her supreme worship of the authority of the chief priest, her sister, on the one hand, and from the knowledge of her enemies and her own power, on the other. Isita knew exactly what she was chasing, a team led by shapeshifters, and there were supposed to be a few remnants of the Sharktooth Clan among the team. Neither of these threats was worth mentioning to the priests of the Lady of the Tides, and even if they were combined, they would be nothing more than a r.

Thinking of this, Isita shook the scepter in her hand with three large conch shells as heads, signaling her men to stop advancing. As the priestess slowed down and began to fall toward the pensive ground, the ornaments on her priestly robes flipped upwards. Like the high priest, each tidal priest's garment was adorned with these things according to their status, which symbolized the great all-encompassing waves. As for why the priests are distinguished by the number of ornaments, it is because the priests of each Lady of the Waves carry His will like the waves He makes, and the greater the waves, the more things are naturally contained in them. The priestess believed that after this mission, there would be more ornaments on her body.

Isita's self-confidence isn't blind, first of all, she knows shark teeth well, at least she thinks so. As an elite priestess trained by Storm, half of Isita's training was taught her how to deal with those who worshipped the savage sharks, no, perhaps the Sharktooth Clan was no longer her own kind in Rioto's eyes, how could those creatures who claimed to regard sharks as their father have the same soul as Lady Waves' children? They just happened to take on the form of a kraken, and even more maliciously, the shark-toothed people were just shoddy imitations of the evil gods they worshipped because they were jealous of Lady Waves' children. Now, the Goddess's people finally have a chance to sweep these vile beings away from the sea of grace.

The sense of duty as a follower of the waves made the priestess's eyes radiate a passion that had never been seen before, and what a supreme honor it would be to be the terminator of Isita Sharktooth. She must thank her sister, who apparently knew that the heretics were at the end of their power, and had entrusted herself with this glorious task. However, there is one small problem to solve before we can deal with those shark-toothed people, and that shapeshifter, Fioni. The light in Isita's eyes dimmed slightly at the thought of the name, and although she and Fioni did not have the same relationship as her sisters, they were still peers who had grown up together. Coupled with Fioni's ability to accurately understand the teachings of Lady Tidal as a young man, she was once very much in favor of having her sister and the shapeshifter husband and wife.

But that bright future is no longer possible. Just because of that traitor, the damned guy who betrayed the goddess, he deserves to die better than all the shark teeth. Isita's grip on the scepter tightened, and she knew how much Fioni's departure had hurt her sister, and even caused her to question her faith for a while. However, thanks to the grace of the goddess, her sister finally broke free from the whirlpool and became the chief priest. However, this does not diminish the sins of Fioni, who must leave this world with the most painful death. It must be the most painful way to die. This was both punishment for his blasphemous acts and revenge for her sister.

But the premise of revenge is that they must first find traces of those people. The gesture of a Burning Waves soldier caught Isita's attention, and when carrying out missions, the Krakens rarely used verbal conversations, which was supposed to be a covert method, but in the highly dogmatic Fierce Waves, silence has become the most important precept for soldiers. However, the Silence Discipline did bring many glorious victories to the Burning Waves, so even if a soldier suffered to keep silent, it was a reasonable sacrifice, wasn't it?

Isita approached the soldier, and she noticed the clue he had found, a small piece of cloth hooked by a coral branch, which had not yet begun to rot, and which had not been there for long. The priestess was puzzled, no one among the Sirens except the Wave Priest would wear cloth clothing, because the material from which humans made their clothing would only increase the resistance of the wearer at the bottom of the sea, making them more vulnerable to attack. Why, then, did the cloth be found here? Isita first dismissed the possibility that the cloth came from other priests, and the cloth that the Sirens demanded from the witches was mostly blue, white, and green, in short, it had to be the color of the sea, but the cloth in front of him was a dull yellow, a color unfamiliar to the inhabitants of the sea.

The priestess reached out and plucked the cloth from the coral, allowing the waves to stretch it out, and the cloth was about half the size of a hand's palm, not enough to be found in a complete garment. Isita placed the cloth near her nose, the olfactory organ to be exact, and did not smell a discernible odor from the cloth. It's no wonder that seawater is enough to wash away most of the smells, and the only thing that can trigger a noticeable sense of smell in the sea is the outbreak of toxic substances or blood in living organisms due to natural causes.

Isita wasn't a hunter, and she couldn't get any more clues from the piece of cloth. But she's a priest, so her clues don't have to come from experience and logic. The priestess shoved the cloth into one of the conch shells in the scepter, and then slammed the scepter into the sand beneath her feet, and the sand rose with the current in the blow, drawing an outline in the water, the outline of a woman.

Earthlings. The priestess was sure at a glance that the silhouette did not belong to the Siren, and judging by the outrageously long hair that sailors and ordinary manual laborers would have, her identity was revealed, a witch. Now, the hunt has become more interesting, hasn't it? Isita had a complicated expression on her face, she didn't expect such a variable in her mission. But if you think about it, is this a bad thing? Isn't it a matter of course that a heresy who betrayed the goddess colluded with a witch from the earth? and her own sister, the goddess's spokesperson in the sea, probably knew about it for a long time, so she left this task to herself. Yes, the magic of the traveler is a mystery that the Krakens cannot understand, but under the power of the waves, those carving insect skills will shatter like the foam on the waves.

With a wave of his hand, the figure made of fine sand turned back into a dead thing floating in the sea and gradually sinking. Isita removed the piece of cloth from the scepter and stuffed it into another shell, and a little later, a goby swung its stinging fins out of the shadow of the coral, circled the priestess a few times, and swam southwest. Isita smiled, and she flicked her fingers lightly, motioning for the soldiers to follow.

In the sea, you have nowhere to run.

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