The massacre of the small Vortex Turtles continued.
As the number of small Vortex Turtles swelled, the Hunters' actions grew increasingly frenzied.
For the small Vortex Turtles, this was a perilous journey, one that could very well cost them their lives.
But for the feasting Hunters, this was an undeniable, all-you-can-eat feast.
The waves of sand were like a ceaseless conveyor belt, delivering one fragile, plump turtle after another from the distance. All the Hunters had to do was wait, and the turtles would be served right to their mouths.
Before long, the Hunters abandoned their hiding spots. They swarmed out, pressing close to the surface, tumbling and fighting over the prey.
At this moment, all sorts of Hunters cast aside their usual rivalries. Many different species mingled, and with food so abundant, they seemed to have no issue sharing their territory.
