Connors was like a gigantic clay figurine barely held together by lava and flames, already falling apart, each step possibly his last.
The colossal beast had not truly stepped into the sea, yet its very existence had already brought catastrophic omens upon the ocean:
When Connors's mountain-like remnant finally neared the coastline, the nature of the disaster was no longer a physical impact, but a self-sustaining inferno composed of pure energy and destructive matter.
With every step he took, the already scarred earth turned into flowing ravines of lava amid a dull groan.
Even more terrifying was the invisible Death Domain—centered on him, within a radius of several kilometers, the air had long surpassed mere burning heat. It had been heated to the edge of plasma, emitting a blinding incandescent glow.
This was not ordinary radiant heat, but horrifying energy leaking from the violent, near-collapsing "stellar core" within him, enough to instantly vaporize steel.
Like countless invisible red-hot steel needles, that energy viciously pierced into the coastal waters.
And so, the sea boiled.
Not with gentle bubbling, but with apocalyptic fury.
Within a ten-kilometer radius, seawater was heated far beyond its boiling point in one ten-thousandth of a second, as though an invisible giant's hand had smashed it into a seething vat of oil.
The deafening roar was the howl of countless cubic meters of seawater instantly vaporizing. A wall of clouds made of pure white, scalding, death-filled steam rose amid suffocating heat and thunderous noise, shooting into the sky and blotting out the sun.
This was no clean mist. It greedily swept up the poisonous ash continually ejected as Connors's burning surface collapsed—the ash contained highly concentrated Heavy Metal Dust, incompletely burned Carbonized Organic Matter, and, most deadly of all, Fission Products and activated particles with half-lives measured in