In the depth of the ocean.

"When the mortals and the immortal meet, to what do we owe that."

A very husky but quite rich voice came from ahead of them. The warriors couldn't figure out whose voice twas. Who was to blame that they were caught in such claws? Of course Aojen.

Three ladies remove the sacks covering the heads of the three warriors. They looked up at the ladies. They were extraordinarily beautiful. They hadn't seen any sort of ladies ever.

"Who are you and where are we?"

Aojen shot at the lady standing beside him. The lady didn't say a word. He looked up at her. She...