As the lights from the submersible swept across the surroundings, the figures floating in the dark waters came fully into Duncan's view—people, an uncountable number of people, floating in the water.
However, as Duncan observed them more carefully, he noticed something odd about these human figures.
They had no facial features, not even distinct and clear limbs, nor were they clothed—their forms were merely rough approximations of human shapes, with coarse textures and pitch-black hues on the surface.
It was as if they were clay figures crudely fashioned from black mud.
Duncan relayed the details of what he was seeing to Agatha.
"Only silhouettes?" Agatha's tone was full of surprise and uncertainty, "But in my eyes… they seem to radiate a spiritual luminosity like the living people within the City-State…"
Duncan did not respond but simply furrowed his brows slightly, cautiously steering the submersible closer to a "figure" floating not far outside the porthole.