The whale emerged slowly from the underground entrance. Upon reaching the surface, it surveyed the vast number of Onis surrounding it. They knew the reason; the immortal Oni had said he had everything prepared. After defeating the puppet and the lingering will disappeared, an alert echoed directly in their bloodlines.
"DIVINE KING!!!"
They all roared in unison, prostrating themselves on the ground, completely ecstatic. Finally, after so many generations of suffering, the promised Heavenly Guardian had arrived to change the fate of the entire race.
The whale observed indifferently. They had some knowledge about them; although there were a large number of new faithful, understanding their history and culture made it difficult to accept them. But... who was he to judge? Humans were known across all universes for being problematic and unpredictable. At least the Onis had a defined line they followed. But each individual was unique; he couldn't generalize them.
