Arriving at the mudflat, corpses of the Deep Sea Impalers were scattered everywhere. Broken tentacles, withered petals, and shriveled mouthparts lay strewn across the ground. Large patches of green blood added to the sensory assault.
Jichen furrowed his brow slightly. Despite being accustomed to the sight of death and bloodshed, this slightly nauseating scene made him feel somewhat uneasy. Especially the tentacles, they resembled something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare, sending shivers down his spine.
He approached the corpse of a Deep Sea Impaler, crouching down to examine the spikes on its mouthparts. Perhaps because the host was already dead, the venom on the spikes seemed to have lost its potency, making them no different from ordinary spikes.