Mist Sea.
The sunken ship slowly floated up from the seabed.
"The disaster has finally stopped..."
The old sailor, soaked to the skin, gradually released his grip on the rope.
The tsunami caused by the recent whale fall was the largest he had ever seen in his life.
The raging sea devoured everything, and humans, in the face of such power, were as insignificant as dust.
If it weren't for Lord Haye and Ramon, and the suddenly emerged tentacle, their lives would have been lost.
"What's the situation?"
No one knew who had won the battle between the Black Hunter and the Whale Father.
The old sailor, along with other young sailors and hunters, looked toward the three figures up front.
Only Haye and Lord Ramon knew the situation before them.
Ramon adjusted the mechanical arm that was sparking with lightning and looked up.
In the sky, black mist spiraled, with an eye on the edge staring at them.
The Great Whale was still watching them.
