News alerts came one after another, each more alarming than the last:
The island nation of Malf had fallen in its entirety.
Skysea City in the Great Flame Federation had been attacked by sea beasts and forced to use a nuclear bomb to repel the tide.
Sea beasts had seized one-fifth of the Philgreen Archipelago's islands. Casualties were still being counted.
Several coastal cities in America had been attacked, prompting authorities to issue the highest alert.
Ferocious beasts were rampaging across Australia. In just a day or two, more than a hundred thousand citizens had been killed or injured. Each report weighed heavier on people's hearts. Across the world, the public sank into deep despair, and grief filled the internet.
"There are already far more ferocious beasts on land than humans. We can barely deal with them, let alone the vast ocean. Who knows how many are in there? Sigh..."
"More important than their numbers is how quickly sea beasts devour one another and evolve. They're much faster than us humans. One day, we might have to face beasts stronger than lord-class—"
"So what if they're stronger than lord-class? Can they survive a nuclear bomb?"
"Hard to say. Even if they can't, wouldn't they know to dodge? Or what if one charges into a city and starts slaughtering people? Who would dare invite the wrath of the whole world by dropping a nuke? We might fail to kill the beast and end up with countless human casualties."
"The countries on the continents still have it relatively good. Those island nations have it worst. Surrounded by sea, they could face a sea-beast landing anywhere, anytime. They're living from one dawn to the next."
"The news said plane tickets out of Sakura Island cost a fortune now. An ordinary person might spend