The Orochi broke in two like a pair of chopsticks tightly clamped together, and from the two hollow, tube-like compartments, people fell towards the sea from over 500 meters up in the air, some torn to pieces, others left with only limbs and severed arms, or half of their bodies, or relatively unscathed.
One by one, they hit the water, blood indistinguishable from the spray of the waves.
The Ocean Descendants swam swiftly; they had Dragon-like sharp heads and thick scales, and their elongated antennae at the head-end twitched wildly, clawing for any victim they could find—not to feed but to deliver them back to the surface; it wasn't their time to die yet.
Bang!
The remnants of the Orochi, stubbornly propped by the power system, eventually slammed into the sea, raising a huge wave that rolled towards the sky.
