The twisted shadows and its over sixty followers would be the crew for this voyage.
The Evil God and its followers are stronger than many surface-dwelling bizarre races, which means they have the ability to protect themselves, but still require caution.
Creatures that favor the taste of the Alien God roam everywhere.
After a dozen days, boarding the Andrea again, the ship's hull and deck visibly more dilapidated and decayed, with even calf-deep water accumulating in the bottom boiler room.
Stopping in front of the strange boiler room with its doors tightly shut, Lu Li raised the oil lamp. The feeble light enveloped the surroundings, penetrating the rust-soaked dampness seeping into the walls, reflecting dim, cold light, as if one could feel the frigid deep sea surging at the other end by touch.
"We haven't been alone like this for a long time..."
