The mighty reinforcements quickly assembled on the island, and even the "Emperor" who had lived through the Dark Age had never seen such a spectacular sight.
The bug swarm and airships obscured the sky, and once again, the sea was dyed blood red.
This time, however, it was the sea monster's blood that was scattered across the sea surface, its broken limbs carried off into the distance by the current, while the "mountains" that surrounded the island were collapsing one after another.
The tide of battle unfolded as Diago had described, with the forces of the Tide Master retreating.
Victory was within reach, yet the "Emperor" felt an unsettling unease in his heart.
He remembered the eyes he saw deep under the sea, finding it hard to imagine how massive the owner of that eye must be, but he scanned the battlefield in vain for any sign of the Tide Master.
Unconsciously, the feeling of being watched enveloped him.
