Foul-smelling blood rained down.
Pororo swiftly waved his hand. A semicircular, water-blue shield flew into the sky, completely blocking the downpour.
The shooting tendrils intertwined, transforming into three drill-like objects that plunged toward the seabed.
Ahead, the sea surface boiled furiously, as if some enormous creature struggled beneath the waves. Only a faint scent of blood wafted from the water.
"Continue, Chadite."
The ship resumed its voyage.
This Sea Monster was merely a warm-up before reaching their destination. Of course, without Julia, it might have been a disadvantageous battle.
Finally, they arrived at the capital island of the Vastin Empire. They gazed at the ruins scattered across it and the wreckage of various ships washed ashore around the port and its surrounding waters.
