A Hook Beak Squid rose from the depths like a monstrous phantom.
Its body was enormous, its tentacles stretching for hundreds of meters. At the center of its mass was its massive hooked beak, sharp enough to crack open ship hulls like eggshells. Bioluminescent patterns flickered across its skin in eerie blue lines, pulsing like a heartbeat.
It glided past them in the distance. Even Little Shrubby's speed did not disturb the giant squid. It simply drifted, its long tentacles waving slowly as if it were a drifting island of shadow.
Next they saw a swarm of Jet Wave Trigger Fish.
Each one was the size of a horse, with triangular heads and bulging eyes. Their bodies were sleek and streamlined, covered in shimmering scales that refracted light even under the dark waters. Every few seconds, one of them fired a compressed blast of water from its mouth, powerful enough to carve a hole through stone.
Meng Bai's jaw dropped. "They use water jets to hunt. That is incredible."
