The island already looked battered—like it had been through several disasters in one. Trees were either uprooted or broken in half, their leaves scattered like confetti. Houses lay in ruins, their roofs caved in and walls cracked or completely collapsed. Even public facilities—fountains, resting huts, transport stations—were reduced to nothing more than rubble and splinters.
Tyler hovered in the sky, his expression calm but eyes sharp. "A Sea Beast Wave usually happens for a few reasons," he explained, watching the chaos below. "They might be attracted to something on the island... or maybe they've been tainted by something, driving them mad. Another possibility is that they're running from a greater predator... or perhaps they're being controlled. Honestly, it's not easy to pinpoint the exact cause." He glanced down. "When a Sea Beast Wave shows up, the best option is usually just to avoid it entirely."
