Blood splattered from the deck.
In an instant, the deck was swallowed by the sea and ground into iron slag.
And in the next instant, the seawater too was crushed, evaporating into billowing mist—
The storm roared.
For the man standing upon the Divine Statue, it was not until this moment that the world became utterly silent.
There was no longer the disturbing sound of the tsunami.
Nor was there... the clamor of pleas for help.
Countless droplets of water fell serenely, returning to the embrace of the ocean. The skies above this stretch of ocean remained shrouded in dark clouds, but the lightning dared only to hide within the clouds, never to strike again... because compared to them, the man atop the Divine Statue was the true master of this vast sea.
The Storm God's Throne watched over the return of the seawater, as well as the demise of his worshippers.
There was not a shred of mercy in his expression.
