Its growth had already reached its limit, trapped within that unbreakable yet inescapable shell, with only the prospect of gradual decline until death, just like an ordinary prawn.
So, it chose to raise its axe against the ocean that nurtured it.
Cut through the ocean, cut through the world—cut through its destined fate.
This was its only way to advance to an Ancient Dragon Species, becoming a Great Demon capable of ravaging the world.
Ocean Scholar: Such a thing... and the waterfall I saw?
Divine Knowledge Saintess: Unfortunately, it failed. Although it touched the end at the last moment, it ultimately fell short and couldn't transcend its destiny.
That waterfall is its grave, though the body is gone, having become part of the sea.
If you drink a mouthful of the seawater there, perhaps you could awaken its power as a Magician.
Ocean Scholar: You are as humorous as ever... At least, in the end, please tell me, if it had succeeded, what kind of existence would it have become?
