Beside the puddle lies a rather dense dead forest, and at the edge of the forest are a few tent tops covered with camouflage nets.
Meanwhile, a figure sitting on a rock, wearing a full diving suit and with a bulky frame, seemed to sense something, struggled to stand up, and gazed into the mist, then a stiff silhouette emerged.
"Poison Man, your puppet corpse has returned." A somewhat sharp voice rang out, belonging to a tall, skinny fellow whose wet, messy hair drooped down, almost covering half of his face.
Because of the long hair concealing, one couldn't see his eyes at all, even more bizarre was the extreme dissonance between his upper and lower body, disproportionate like hastily assembled pieces, terribly frightening.
"Keep it down, don't disturb the captain's rest." A particularly burly figure walked out from behind the rock, clad in a peculiarly styled crimson armor, with horn-like spikes on either side of the helmet, standing there exuding sheer deterrence.
