A-Soul slowly approached the captive. This was a very dangerous move. Most of the squids were now confined inside the submarine, with no squid able to shield him. He could only cautiously approach the strange captive from an angle, trying his best not to let the people above see the patterns emerging on his skin.
This was a very peculiar character. A-Soul had never seen a shell with such texture before. It didn't just reflect the light that ordinary prosthetic eyes could see; it reflected almost all the light that squids could perceive. Its shape was also bizarre, A-Soul had never seen anything like it, as if it came from another world. Underwater, there would be no such creation.
A-Soul firmly believed this captive was very different. Long ago, those humans controlling the squids had issued a dead command. If they sensed a prosthetic body with dimensions exceeding a certain range, they must hide themselves at all costs.
