She possessed the unique and exquisite beauty characteristic of merfolk. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene yet cold. Behind the exquisite and hauntingly beautiful face, long strands of pale green hair fell, swaying back and forth on the seabed with the current. This was a hair texture unique to merfolk; even underwater, it flowed as if in a breeze, rather than clumping together.
Her fishtail was a vibrant green, its scales like carved jade. This was markedly different from Julia's iridescent, gradient coloration.
The three could clearly feel that this merfolk had lost all signs of life. Although her body showed no signs of decay, life had long since departed.
With hands clasped as if in prayer, the merfolk held something. A song emanated from her throat.
Julia swayed her fishtail, gliding beside the merfolk, and gently embraced her. The moment Julia touched her, the merfolk's song instantly ceased. Her grip on the object she tightly clutched loosened.
