New Shoots' Three Fires Upon Taking Office!

When the dozen-meter-high wall of water reached the shore, the wooden piles of the pier snapped one by one as if bitten apart by a giant beast.

But that was merely an appetizer for the ancient ferocious beast before them. With a single swipe, it smashed the lighthouse that had sounded the alarm, then bit the bridge to pieces. A massive warship was hurled through the air and slammed down onto a newly built factory. Everywhere it passed, only shattered walls and rubble remained.

The black current swallowed and devoured everything in its path. Whether on horseback or on foot, people could only struggle in vain.

When those running at the front looked back, the crowd had already vanished. All they could see behind them was the endless rush of water.

Benito was the one who had run at the very front without a second thought. A native Venetian, he knew this place like the back of his hand. Every street and every corner was etched clearly in his mind.

No one could catch Benito, but this time, he wasn't facing a person. He was facing a natural disaster. The black current burst through the side wall and surged toward him. At that critical moment, Benito grabbed a clothesline pole above him.

Looking at the raging torrent beneath his feet, he had no choice but to summon strength he'd never known he possessed. Using its momentum, he swung himself onto a high wall.

But the wall beneath his feet suddenly crumbled. Fortunately, Benito shifted his weight in time.

When he steadied himself and looked ahead, however, he saw that the city had become a vast sea. A sharp crack sounded beneath him, and the ancient, weathered city wall finally gave way.

This was the black tide, unwilling to retreat.