The Awakening

At the very moment when Orlando, the Deep Sea Yama, was worrying about the future.

Thunder Sea Area.

Endless thunder formed the most distinctive sight in this stretch of sea.

At that moment, bolts of lightning flashed with increasing frequency. In the sky, countless purple snakes of electricity danced wildly, then converged, forming a withered, gaunt arm.

It was no phantom. It was a real arm, its surface crisscrossed with wrinkles and utterly devoid of moisture, as if it belonged to someone on the brink of death.

"I... am the Mad Thunder God!"

"Aida Xiu Nai Inchester Borgu..."

"Dominator of Old Days' Lightning... today, I shall descend upon the world once more..."

Behind the arm was a shriveled body, nothing but a skeleton wrapped in skin. Its face, however, was ancient and imposing, exactly as it had looked when it gave the Ghost Ship trouble that day.

A deep, obscure voice echoed back and forth across the sea.

To the indescribable beings known as evil gods and Old Existences, their True Names were a channel for worship.

Even reciting them like incantations could produce all kinds of wondrous effects.

Crack! Crack!

As soon as the dried corpse finished speaking, bolts of lightning crashed down one after another, striking it directly.

Bathed in the radiance of the lightning, the corpse's sunken body immediately plumped up a little, like a doll that had been pumped with a bit of air.

"Ah... thunder, you are still a force I command..."

"Even if the world has cut me off, it cannot take away all my authority..."

"Electricity and light, and that thunder of destruction, are all sources of my power..."

The Mad Thunder God Aida murmured. As it drew in power, the Thunder Sea Area steadily shrank.

Vast banks of dark clouds were compressed