The entire stretch of sea was shrouded in dark clouds, even though it was still broad daylight.
The dense clouds twisted into a spiral, as if this sea was brewing an outrageous storm.
That exaggerated spiral looked like it was about to suck the sun right out of the sky.
An excessive amount of Magic Power gathered here and formed the spiral, and it involuntarily drove the surrounding Elements into a frenzy.
Bolts of thick lightning split down again and again from the cloud-heavy sky, gales converging.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether this was a vortex of Magic Power, or a real storm taking shape.
Or perhaps the two were affecting each other, creating an even more absurd Ocean catastrophe.
In the heart of the storm, the Sound of Dawn was holding position.
The surrounding seawater had already risen into ridiculous towering waves, like a wooden bucket that had the Sound of Dawn locked inside.
