Though he was the same person, the God of the Ocean felt a completely opposite sensation in just an instant.
As the words of the robed deity in front of him fell, Oceanus suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from deep within. The surface of the great river that enveloped the present world invisibly dropped by a third, as if it could not bear the unbearable weight.
This was the fourth time the God of the Ocean had felt this way. Once had been when facing the Heavenly Father in the distant first era, a hundred years ago when confronting Cronus, and not long before, that shadow which seemed like a Primordial God. But during those three times, he was not alone in facing this pressure.
But now, no one could stand in front of him.
"What are you going to do, are you going to be my enemy here?"
