Bubbles rose to the surface as Angele put the pouch into the lake. The water was clean and cold. He could see the fish swimming through the waving grasses underwater.
There were thin ripples on the surface of the water, and Angele saw a palm-sized silver fish moving toward him. Strangely, its head was flat, and it almost looked like someone had cut it in half. Its face looked like a tiny depressed human with sharp teeth under the lips.
The strange-looking fish saw Angele’s hands in the lake, and its eyes filled up with greed. It quickly swung its tail and charged forward.
*CHI*
A silver needle appeared on the tip of Angele’s right hand's index finger and penetrated the fish’s body.
He grabbed the dead fish, dragged it out of the water, and started observing curiously.
It was identical to regular silver-scaled fish except for its head. The fish was still moving after it was dragged out of the water, blood dripping down its tail.
