Along the coast of the Haiye Province.
Quite unlike the pleasant and bustling Silver Moon Bay,
the beach soaked in blood here, under the sunlight, exuded a stench fouler than that of fish, with no fertile soil flowing with milk and honey, only the appalling sight of fear and death.
Near Howl Rock, adjacent to the Death Coast, on the cold, damp leeward side, there was presently a cacophony of chirping and chattering.
A group of blue-skinned humanoid creatures with scales and gills were chanting obscure elegies, praying under the lead of a priest for the hunt that was to begin today.
Two strong monsters walked to a cage half submerged in seawater, skillfully opened it, and dragged out a man who was on his last breath.
Soaked by seawater all day, the skin on his neck was ulcerated and sore, his pulsing veins seemed about to leap from the cracked skin.
The two monsters carried him to the beach, threw him among the praying creatures, then stepped aside.
