The Crimson Lotus Fire on the surface of his body gave off ear-splitting hisses as the seawater quenched it. The fire momentum might have been temporarily suppressed, but the energy had not vanished—it had transformed into even more violent, uncontrollable steam explosions and Chain Reactions.
Every explosion was like a tactical nuclear weapon detonating within him, violently blasting and dissolving more molten fragments, heavy-metal vapor, and long-lived radioactive nuclides, such as iodine-129 and neptunium-237, into the surrounding seawater.
As he sank, the extent and intensity of the contamination spread exponentially into the deep blue.
An apocalyptic disaster for marine ecosystems was spreading through the planet's blue bloodstream at a pace far exceeding death on land.
His enormous, shattered head rose one last time amid foul steam and boiling waves.
Molten matter flowed across it like tears of blood.
Perhaps it was reaching one last time for that lethal air, thick with Radioactive Dust and hot as a branding iron. Or perhaps it was merely an unconscious spasm driven by the ceaseless smoldering explosions within its body—a Chain Reaction of residual fuel and structural materials under extreme heat and pressure.
Its huge mouth parted slightly. There was no roar, only a dense torrent mixed with dark-red embers, black smoke, and deadly radioactive dust gushing forth before being instantly swallowed by the raging steam cloud.
That silent posture was the final silhouette this beast of destruction left behind for the world, more despairing than any roar.
Then, carrying the unstable furnace within its body, still reacting madly and building energy for the next explosion, along with highly radioactive wreckage like the most vicious curse upon the world of life—wreckage that was itself a mobile, runaway Nuclear Reaction graveyard—this shell that had once symbolized Absolute Power, but was now the embodiment of pure