As an ancient magical creature, the fishman possesses both the wizard's acute sensitivity to magic power and the beast's innate instinct for danger. So when the shadow of the Black Mountain Goat fell into Professor Garcia's gaze, the scales on its arms and the dorsal fin under its robe felt a tremendous fear before its mind could react.
Its scales stood upright, its dorsal fin braced, and the old fishman momentarily forgot to breathe.
At that moment.
Crack, crack, crack.
Several totems that had been worshipped by the Lake Bell Fishman Tribe for countless years emitted ominous cracking sounds. The lingering spirits in the totemic objects were issuing warnings to the devout followers.
Professor Garcia struggled to turn its neck, looking at the nearest piece of turtle shell, upon which crude strokes depicted scenes of fishmen battling Krakens—this was the strongest totem of the tribe.
