List swiftly directed the puppets to close all the windows of the Floating Castle.
Hill was truly grateful to the germophobic and silence-loving Crystal Flower Ancestor; the noise that could enter the room had diminished significantly, finally allowing his eardrums to withstand it.
A bit annoyed, he walked to the window and looked toward the direction from where the sounds were coming over the ocean: Why did none of his arrays designed to protect against mental harm and isolate sound work at all? What in the world was this thing!
It was a dark-grey whale floating above the harbor, with several figures in black robes and hoods standing in its open mouth, one hand on a sphere alternating with Magic Energy and shadows, the other hand in front of their mouths playing a twisted pipe-like instrument with tiny wave patterns.
"Otherworldly Whale?" Hill murmured, "Controlled with Negative Energy? It's completely corrupted! They truly have a death wish!"
