As the dark clouds covered the skies of the ocean, thousands of Ocean Races along with various powerhouses, most of them from the ocean itself and a few from distant regions, instinctively retreated a few more miles back, their movements cautious yet decisive as they created more distance between themselves and the center of the phenomenon, not daring to remain too close.
Heavenly Tribulation was something nobody wanted to interfere with, unless that person was willing to attract someone else's tribulation onto themselves, and with even greater force, a risk that even the boldest among them understood too well.
Thus, they retreated further, maintaining what they believed to be a safe distance, though even then, none of them felt truly at ease as they kept their eyes fixed on the sky.
Meanwhile, the being who was behind all these overwhelming happenings was finally regaining his bearings.
