Above the apocalyptic, deep ink-colored sea surface, terrifying giant waves hundreds of meters high, capable of swallowing city skyscrapers, roared and exploded violently, as if the entire ocean was being crazily stirred by a giant hand from the abyss.
Nearly a hundred shadowy tentacles, covered with hideous serrated suckers, shrieked as their tips broke through thirty times the speed of sound, weaving into an impenetrable death web, enough to instantly grind any known existence into dust,
Yet, at the center of this storm, a figure stood in the air like a divine being.
Everything around the storm seemed completely unrelated to him,
as if he was there, yet in reality was in a different space, completely isolated from here.
Countless lethal tentacles and wind blades extinguished the instant they touched his body, unable to harm him.
