Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
A piercing crimson siren tore through the pitch-black night above the East Sea coastline.
It was not the intermittent alarm of the routine annual sea-beast tides, but a shrill, frantic, unending wail emitted by the forbidden-class warning system—the City-Extinction Disaster Alert.
The atmospheric pressure plummeted disastrously within just a few breaths. The air was thick with the stench of rotting kelp and stirred-up deep-sea silt, blending with the pungent, salty ocean spray that lashed directly against people’s faces. Wild gales howled madly, turning the heavily fortified bay into a colossal wind tunnel that swept up hundred-pound steel warning signs and hurled them into the sky like withered leaves.
On the central defensive rampart—cast from magic-infused granite and reinforced concrete twenty meters thick—thousands of Coastal Defense soldiers and garrison mages stood frozen in place. Their hands clamped tightly against the stone railing, knuckles bleached white, veins bulging prominently across their foreheads.
From the distant horizon—where once only a faint dark streak demarcated sea and sky—the boundary had completely vanished.
In its place stood an ink-black, towering wall of water that stretched all the way up to the pitch-black clouds.
It was no ordinary sea wave, but a colossal, vertical slab of water a thousand zhang high, stretching so wide that neither the eastern nor western horizons had any visible end.