Twelve Arms looked at the army brimming with murderous intent. The rippling sea water looked like it was faintly glowing blood red.
Another big war was about to start. Although it knew that it was necessary, its heart still grew heavy.
As an honest octopus, it had walked to this day step by step after realizing its destiny to build an honest ocean world and live in harmony.
If possible, it hoped that everyone would live the same way as before, in a jar, honestly.
Unfortunately, that was just a pipe dream. Similar to humans, the octopuses who had self-awareness would also gradually separate from their original wild state.
In the natural world, most octopuses were solitary animals, just like how tigers were on land.
The Octopus Granny that Twelve Arms met that wanted to eat it was a solitary type. It hid in a cave on the seabed and waited for unlucky creatures to pass by.
