Destroying the Merfolk Tribe

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

Jean let out a horrified cry. "Gold? Who injured you so?"

"Follow me."

Gold 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 Gold'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 to his death.

Their tribe had faced extinction since that day Jean disappeared. The peace they had these ten years was merely a facade while they dragged out their feeble existence.

"What exactly is going on? Speak!" Jean demanded.

"It's him." This reply was forced out of Gold.

"Who?"