It took but a moment and a simple exertion of Ana's Will for the advancing murlocs to turn to dust, leaving behind the few pieces of clothing they'd still had on as a reminder that there were once living entities present.
Furrowing his brows, Ulysses commented. "I could have sworn I saw one of them wearing Mr. Vissarion's clothes."
"I saw it too." Alex concurred, pursing his lips for a moment before adding. "It would seem they were also Storm Wheel Mystics."
"But then why are they out here wandering?" Ulysses inquired.
That, my Organic friend, is a question we might only be able to get the answer to once we find our way into the castle.
"Everyone ready?" Alex asked, prepared to snap.
Ana replied. "A moment please."
Taking a deep breath, she exerted her Will once again, enveloping Athena in a temporal bubble that prevented entities from boarding the ship.
