Cezar felt deeply shocked at that time. He rode the Phoenix and dove straight into the mouth of the Legendary Whale, where he witnessed the disintegrating Terrarium.
The twilight enveloped the entire world, painting the seawater with a dangerous and dazzling red. The island had been relocated, leaving the sea surface empty as the tide was rising.
Endless floods submerged this monotonous world. Crimson fish swam in mid-air, driven by survival instincts to frenziedly strike the whale's belly with a pounding sound. The commotion from all directions gathered, as if an apocalypse symphony was playing.
Finally, with the help of the Phoenix, Cezar achieved his goal.
After a while, Cezar suddenly opened his eyes, smirked at Yaguba, and raised his right hand.
"Got it," he said.
Yaguba turned his head to look, only to see that Cezar's right index finger was pinching three cards, their backs flickering with orange light patterns.
