The air fell silent at once.
The fishermen were so frightened by the Terror Sea Beast right in front of them that they even controlled their breathing, their limbs stiff as they dared not wipe away the cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.
Garen, Nami, and Wallace also fell silent, but there was not a trace of panic on their faces—only an indescribably strange expression.
The one whose expression most resembled those fishermen's was the Terror Sea Beast emerging from the water: Mohmoo the Sea Cow, former combatant of the Arlong Pirates.
It stared with eyes as large as cars, its enormous mouth—large enough to swallow a sailboat whole—slightly open, while a distinctly human-like look of panic gradually appeared on its goofy cow face.
"Hey!"
Garen opened his mouth, breaking the silence.
However, just as he was about to say more and greet this "old acquaintance," Mohmoo's massive body, which had not yet fully emerged from the water, trembled slightly.
"Moo!"
Mohmoo let out a soft cry, then gave its own recent resurfacing movement a rewound fast-forward replay.
Before Garen could say anything, that huge cow head had already sunk straight back beneath the water.
Within just a few seconds, even Mohmoo's submerged silhouette vanished completely from Garen's sight.
"So that was why I couldn't find it while cleaning up the battlefield. This guy had escaped to another sea."
Watching Mohmoo flee in utter haste, Garen speechlessly slung his greatsword back over his shoulder.
"That sea beast actually let us go?"
The fishermen cried out in wild delight. "We're so lucky!"
Cheers of relief quickly rang out around them as the "survivors" could no longer restrain their excitement at having escaped death.
"Stop shouting!"
Nami could not help calling out to the ecstatic fishermen before helplessly revealing the truth.
"That