It's quite magical how the Fishmen have no language of their own, nor do they speak the common tongue; they only communicate with a primitive aquatic language akin to odd shrieks and cries. Yet, both he and the Naga understood their meaning clearly—it was quite astonishing.
Lin Xiao followed the direction pointed by the Clan members. Seaweed rose from the ocean floor, dangling in the water, with brightly colored corals swaying in the currents below. Small Fishmen, each a swirl of colors, darted between the seaweed strands and what looked like nori. Here and there, groups of small fish could be seen nibbling on long strands of seaweed, resembling colorful candied haw skewers hanging off the plant.
He didn't see any Lobster Men, but he could smell the lingering scent of blood in the nearby seawater and spotted a group of small fish frantically scavenging for scraps of flesh on the seafloor not far away.
"Attack!"
