The Ancient Sea God began to go mad upon the River of Time; he could not resist that thing which was ravaging his consciousness—because it was originally himself.
Then, like a mad beast, he charged toward the end of the River of Time.
He tried once more to tamper with everything indiscriminately, churning up waves that towered to the heavens.
Another great shock erupted.
This time, the great shock lasted five cycles before it finally subsided.
When it had fully calmed, and the River of Time had recovered to a certain degree, it remained locked in that state of murky, befogged turbidity.
The remnant New Continent was still a land of death; within the waters of the deep sea, not a single living thing could be seen.
On the fragment of the Immovable Continent that remained, it was not far from becoming a desolate dead land; only some plants still existed here, and any living being larger than a fist had vanished without a trace.
