The time came to a few minutes earlier, in a medium-sized world comprised of oceans and archipelagos.
"Surrender now, for the stars have aligned, and the great being slumbering in the depths of the sea is about to awaken. Soon the oceans will swallow everything, and all will return to His rule. If you wish to live, the only way is to join us. Stop your meaningless resistance,"
a fish-headed creature with scales covering its body, draped in the long robes of a priest, stood atop the waves, declaring arrogantly to the pirate city protected by a water-blue aquatic barrier ahead.
Beneath his feet were countless dried-up corpses, clad in the same black robes as the Fish-head Priest; their faces showed fanatical contentment, and the unmistakable signs of suicide made it clear that this group of Heretics had just performed a blood sacrifice using themselves as offerings.
