Whatever it be, a monster slingshotted across the lagoon to shore or so said the many expressions. Dulam, in his exposed attire, watched in distress. A mangled figure halted from the rest, silence permeated, the Valkyries gave looks of recognition. The head of an octopus, beard, and mouth spouted tentacles, upper toro was one of mystery, a shabby robe hid the limbs until the feet, where, the latter, showed a viscous substance.
Slots in the moist and shiny head presumably, the eyes, fell onto the Dullahan. It scanned and screeched, "-Lord Igna, we're in trouble."
"I know," he replied with a handheld out, "-I conjured the barrier." The sudden stop came on instinct – if it had continued, the beasts would have turned into sliced meat. "-What is that?"
"The guardian of the continent. An emissary of the great beast of the sea, Kraken."
"The giant squid?"
