The wind over the sea roared.
The salty waves surged, with massive waves crashing against the cruise ship, shattering into splashes of surf. The deck was already crowded with people, all staring at the sea with solemn expressions.
Standing above the thunderclouds was a Thunder God clad in pitch-black armor, with a burly figure. Behind him, four tentacle-like lightning whips danced silently in the darkness.
With his appearance, the entire sea surface was illuminated with blinding electric light, giving the illusion of overlooking a sea of clouds from a high altitude.
From afar, Mrs. Hoshimi watched, her long black hair fluttering with the sea breeze, emitting a gentle glow.
Seeing her daughter face the Thunder God without any change in her calm demeanor, she felt slightly moved... At seventeen or eighteen, she was definitely not as composed as her daughter. She felt proud of her daughter in her heart, while also preparing to step in.
