On the bridge of the airship, Charles frowned as he watched the airship descend lower and lower, pressed by the rock strata, until it seemed to nearly skim the surface of the water.
In such a situation, everyone felt an inexplicable oppression, as if they were constantly stuffing themselves into a narrow tube, and ultimately, they would be completely unable to move.
"Captain, the East Sea is really oppressive! Don't the people living here feel uncomfortable?" Deep, somewhat irritated, scratched at the gills on his neck.
Charles flipped through the island guidebook in his hand, "Only the places occupied by the Futan Sect are like this, the other areas aren't that low."
"Don't those octopus heads feel... Right, they can live underwater, so they must find it easier to move around," someone surmised.
