The White Whale, upon seeing such a massive White Wolf, was stricken with fear in its heart and mind.
After letting out a dismal cry with a deep resonance, it tried to flee frantically.
But the speed of the silver-limbed monster was too fast,
in the White Whale's awareness, the Deep Sea had never before seen a species move so swiftly.
Even tuna or sailfish, known for their dominance in speed, did not possess such inconceivable velocity.
What kind of speed was this?
How could there be a creature so swift at the bottom of the sea, where resistance and pressure were so intense?
But no sooner had the thought crossed its mind, without having even activated its Talent, when the silver-limbed monster struck its back with a vicious claw.
A strength as heavy as thunder shattered the White Whale's flesh, causing blood to spill without restraint.
The White Whale, usually a tyrant of the Deep Sea, felt the heavy scent of death in such close-ranged attacks.
