The vast shadow beneath the water was so massive that in the heavy night of winter, it had neither head nor tail, turning the already deep seawater of the open sea into total darkness.
Just as Aiven clutched his severed arm and hurriedly retreated.
A cold tide howled up over the sea's surface, with giant waves gradually swelling into rolling mountain ranges.
Roaring together with the furious white foam, they competed with the tempestuous winds in the sky, irrationally attempting to drag the entire world into the deep sea.
Moreover, this entity was clearly irritable.
Shh! Shh! Shh!...
The entire sea was suddenly flipped by an irresistible, overwhelming force, as countless thick purple-red tentacles soared into the sky.
Each tentacle's tip opened into a terrifyingly sharp-fanged giant mouth, resembling a massive sea anemone or a malformed, multi-limbed octopus, completely filling Aiven's entire vision.
