Night—
Rumble, rumble—
The ink-dark sky was like an enormous, airtight curtain, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression as it pressed heavily down toward the sea, as though it intended to cover the entire ocean.
A blinding bolt of lightning, like an incomparably sharp golden greatsword, flashed down and split the thick, ink-like night sky apart with overwhelming force.
In that instant, the entire world was illuminated as bright as snow by the lightning.
Immediately afterward, rolling thunder seemed like thousands upon thousands of troops galloping in from the horizon. The deafening booms were terrifyingly powerful.
Raindrops as large as beans crashed down wildly with relentless force, striking the sea heavily. Every drop that fell sent sprays of water high into the air.
In an instant, the once relatively calm sea became a chaotic mess. The waves rose and fell like crazed beasts, crashing against one another with dull roars, as if venting some unknown grievance.
Within this sea region ravaged by the storm, the cargo ship was like a small boat adrift in a gale, struggling forward amid the waves.
Not far ahead of the cargo ship, near the mysterious eye of the storm, a submarine lay silently concealed beneath the pitch-black water. Its hull was so dark that it nearly blended into the abyssal sea, like a gigantic beast lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.
Inside the submarine, the indicator lights on various instruments flickered continuously, giving off a faint green glow. On the detection screen, one bright point stood out in particular—it was the Sea God's trail.
The Captain stared fixedly at the screen, his eyes flashing with poorly concealed excitement and greed, like a hungry wolf spotting prey.
He was just about to give the order to lead his