The goateed man froze, eyes widening as he turned toward the sea. A deep rumble rolled across the water. In the next instant, countless columns of water burst upward, towering hundreds of meters into the air. The number kept growing.
The two massive Flying Dragon ships overhead rocked violently, their hulls groaning. Along the shore, smaller boats were already flipped over and sinking into the depths.
"It's over…" the goateed captain whispered, horror filling his eyes. Were those six beasts trying to drown Sacred Sea Island itself? "Idiots… what kind of fight needs this kind of destruction?"
He spun around, shouting, "Run!" at the woman nearby.
The countless columns of water had already begun twisting together, merging into a single monstrous vortex. It loomed like a colossal Wyrm of the deep, coiling toward Alaric high above the island. The captain's position lay directly in its path.
