A hundred-meter-high tidal wave stretched endlessly across the horizon. It swept everything in its path away with unstoppable force. Buildings twenty or thirty meters tall looked as if they were made of paper before the wave, and even the sturdy trees lining the streets were torn up by their roots.
The fat man looked up at the tidal wave about to swallow them. For a moment, he even forgot to breathe. A profound sense of helplessness enveloped him—a despair entirely unlike being trapped in a difficult situation. Faced with nature's overwhelming power, humanity seemed so insignificant.
He no longer even hoped to survive such a disaster. The earth trembled. People backed away in terror, and all living things shuddered as they waited for divine punishment to descend.
In the span of a few blinks, the tidal wave was less than five hundred meters away. Its towering crest roared as it churned, its white foam stark against the gloomy backdrop.
Out of the corner of his eye, the fat man seemed to notice something. Wu, who had been standing behind the glass doors, was gone. The next second, the fat man's expression froze, and his pupils shrank. A hundred meters away, before the tidal wave, a figure dressed in black leaped high into the air and slashed open the churning waters.
The blade's gleam stretched dozens of meters in an instant, tearing through the tidal wave with brutal force. Even after that, its power did not diminish; it shot straight toward the gray sky beyond the wave.
The fat man gaped in astonishment, but his mind was completely blank. After a long moment, his blood, already gone cold, began to flow again. The figure standing in midair with his back to them gave him an overwhelming sense of safety. If the