The resounding bell echoed over the gathering place.
As the Tentacle Cultist ascended the wall, in the depths of the lead-gray bay's ocean, fog tides were forming.
Dong—Dong—Dong—
Another bell tower suddenly rang its bell.
They cast their gaze, and the urgent bell sound spread outward.
Each bell tower's bell corresponds to one calamity, the meaning of two bell towers sounding simultaneously is—
"Light Thief, fog tide."
In the depths of the cloud shedding fragmented snow, the thin outline of a monstrous claw was rising from the horizon.
At the same time, more echoing bell sounds came distantly from outside the gathering place.
Ophelia turned to the Tentacle Cultist: "The bizarre... nest... also... warning?"
"We are hunters, and prey as well."
The bizarre were never allies.
The reason they were fond of humans was merely due to weakness and deliciousness.
The surging fog tide spread across the sea surface, rising ghost claws covering half the sky.
