Demon Continent.
Once a land brimming with life, where all things had flourished in fierce competition, it was torn apart when a meteorite fell from the heavens. The earth split open, mountains and rivers shattered, and countless lives were devoured in an instant.
The clear blue sky was blanketed by clouds as thick as volcanic ash. This cloud layer shrouded the entire Demon Continent, black demonic flames churning within it, blotting out the sky and sun and barring sunlight from reaching the earth.
Occasionally, crimson lightning flashed, bringing a sliver of light before darkness swallowed it again in an instant.
Across the entire Demon Continent, the only stable source of light lay within the impact crater.
A haze of red light exuded an evil aura, like a terrifying great demon coiled upon the earth. With every breath it drew and expelled, pillars of red light surged forth, staining half the heavens red, like the projection of hell's gate.
The coastline was pitch-black, only gradually fading into a blood-red hue as it extended into the depths of the sea.
The waves rolled, and a reeking stench assailed the nose.
The nearer one drew to the Demon Continent, the nearer to the impact crater, the stronger the demons became—and the same went for the polluted, mutated marine life.
Looking down from high above along the coastline, one could see enormous tentacles reaching out from the deep sea. Their suckers bore sharp barbs, capable of easily tearing even steel ocean liners to pieces.
Deformed fish darted through the seawater, their mouths packed with fangs. Their fish eyes were hollow and lifeless, glimmering with an eerie light.
These mutated fish came in all sizes. The small ones were as thick as fingers and traveled in swarms; the large ones could not fit in a