"Ugh..."

The mage grumbles as the creatures glide towards him with the light orb in one's mouth. He extricates it but this time doesn't bother throwing it away. The snap of his fingers is muted underwater but it still produces a tiny swarm of fish which dart to and fro, scales glittering invitingly.

The sea bears eye them with interest and slowly begin to paddle after them. The fish are merely an illusion but Emet-Selch doubts they know that.