This was a sight hard to describe with words.
The horrific sea monster wrapped the battleship with its tentacles, as if it would tear the entire ship apart in the next second; however, the monster, which had been toying with the ship in its grip, took no further action.
Its huge eyes closely watched the diminutive girl on the deck, its wet, slippery body slightly leaning back while the tentacles that had been climbing everywhere slowly retracted to one side of its body.
That feeling, that state... it was as if it were merely a giant octopus that had encountered its natural predator.
Wait...
Natural predator?
Count Stafford incredulously watched this scene, finding his own thoughts absurd.
As a member of the Falling Star Clan, he had grown up listening to the terrifying legends of the Kraken, the monster whose status in stories could even rival that of a Demon God...
Could such a terrifying creature actually feel fear?
What was it afraid of?
