He was still immersed in the evolution of the [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought] state and didn't realize anything was wrong until he was completely swallowed by the mountain-sized Ghost Cry Fish King.
Once any creature's size reaches a certain magnitude, its strength becomes hard to define by ordinary standards.
Just like now, Ronan felt as if he was contending with the entire ocean, with the mighty forces of nature relentlessly crushing him.
Ronan could only continuously reinforce his spiritual field, striving to stabilize his form.
"Splash—splash—"
No one knew how much time had passed, but the surging waves around finally somewhat subsided.
Ronan steadied himself, stepping on the "splashing" tides below, moving toward a landmass nearby that resembled a shore.
"I am inside the Ghost Cry Fish now..."
