Pale, bloated humanoid figures erupted from the surface like nightmares breaking through the membrane of a bad dream.
They came from everywhere—in front, behind, from the sides, rising from the murk in numbers that defied easy counting.
Their skin was gray-green and peeling, sloughing off in sheets to reveal pale, bloodless muscle underneath. Their eyes were milky white and sightless, but somehow they knew exactly where we were, their blind gazes fixed on us with hungry intensity.
Where their mouths should have been were gaping maws that stretched far too wide, unhinged jaws lined with row upon row of needle-like teeth that glistened with something that wasn't saliva.
Webbed fingers ended in claws that could probably gut a man with a casual swipe.
They wore the tattered, rotted remnants of ancient servant livery, scraps of fabric that might once have been fine silk now reduced to moldering rags.
Drowned Retainers. Just like the briefing said. D-Rank aquatic ghouls.
