It wasn't just that they were latching onto him, but they had premeditated attacks in mind.
If it was just any ordinary seaweed, he wouldn't have batted an eyelid.
But this was the bottom of the sea, not the surface of the Mainland. Here, seaweed could be considered the tyrant of the deep, free to weave through the water as it pleased.
Logan, after all, was not a creature born and bred in the sea. In a moment of carelessness, he really fell for their scheme.
Before he could react, he was suddenly entangled in the sea grass.
Originally, they had approached from all directions of the ocean's depths, and because it was so dark at the bottom of the sea, visibility was poor. Add to that the sudden appearance of the seaweed, and by the time Logan realized it, it was too late.
"Owner!"
Inside the space, Little White and Little Flower almost simultaneously voiced their concern.
"I'm fine."
Logan, while soothing them, was also thinking of a way to break free from the seaweed.
