This time, faint blood vessels could be seen in the golden bubble.

Jean let out a horrified cry. “King? Who injured you so?”

“Follow me.”

King pulled her hand and stuffed her into a bubble somewhat brutishly.

Jean stroked her painful wrist and gazed around as she sat inside the bubble. She asked nervously, “Are we being attacked by the other merfolk groups?”

“No.”

“Then, what’s going on?”

The image of the corpses strewn throughout the seas surfaced in King’s mind, overwhelming him with grief and taking away any desire to speak. If Jean hadn’t come back, if it weren’t for the continuation of their species, he wanted to fight...