As the Deep Sea Hades, Orlando was worried about the future.
Hell of Lightning.
The endless lightning formed the most peculiar scenery in this area.
At this time, the lightning was even more frequent than usual. Numerous purple-colored electric snakes were dancing wildly in the sky, which then converged to form an emaciated arm.
This was no illusion, but a real arm. It was covered in wrinkles and devoid of moisture, looking like it belonged to a dying man.
"I… Raging Thunder God!
"Aida Huna Inchester Borgou…
"The thunder ruler of old… will descend upon this world today…"
The arm was followed by a dried-out body that only had skin and bones remaining. However, the face was simple yet majestic. It was the same being who had troubled Specter Ship.
An obscure, low sound echoed within the ocean.
For Evil Gods and the unnameable things of old, their real names were a medium for sacrifice.
