Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
Star-Core level red sirens wailed piercingly across the entire eastern coastline of Shenzhou.
Their shrill, razor-sharp sound tore through the gloomy night sky, reverberating across the reinforced steel ramparts, threading through the towering high-rises of the super-metropolis of the Greater Sea Magic Capital, before finally being swallowed by the violent, thunderous roar of the churning ocean. The rotten, fishy stench of benthic mud from the abyssal trenches whipped straight into the mainland with every fierce gust of wind—a suffocating, thick aura of death.
Up in the vault of heaven, dense layers of dark clouds were distorted by an invisible crushing pressure, condensing into a bizarre, sinister purple-black hue. Jagged black lightning bolts tore through space, slashing glaring scars across the darkened firmament. Less than ten nautical miles offshore, the sea surface was boiling furiously, foaming pure white like a colossal cauldron heated red-hot from the depths of the abyss.
The coastal continental shelf trembled violently. Massive fissures crawled across the reinforced concrete surfaces of the millennium-old breakwater, sending rock dust flying in all directions.
From the deepest, darkest trench of the Pacific Ocean seabed, a colossal phantom slowly rose.
That was no illusion. That was the physical embodiment of ultimate despair.