Final Explosion II

Gilan also noticed that the island their group was on was positioned directly above the head of that unknown creature beneath the sea.

If that unknown creature was truly considered a "whale," then the volcanic eruption could also be understood as its "blowhole."

Just like how a whale spouted water when surfacing to breathe—except what came out here was black matter, magma, volcanic ash, and an immense amount of Miasma!

A corpse could not breathe, but this other world was filled with unknowns and mysteries. Gilan did not dare challenge the laws of mysticism with his own understanding.

He was more inclined to believe that this was a phenomenon approaching some sort of law of truth.

Miasma...

Perhaps it truly originated from the corpse of that unknown creature beneath the sea!

Over countless ages, Miasma had only slowly dissipated into the air through the evaporation of seawater. Until recently, when the volcanic eruption carried the immeasurable Miasma within its body and poured it into the mortal world on a massive scale, causing its concentration to surge drastically.

Gilan's thoughts raced.

It was as though he had brushed against a sliver of truth hidden in this world's shadows, leaving him both shaken and awed.

Just then, Gilan noticed that Chairman Pala was also staring at the pale unknown creature beneath the sea, his eyes filled with horror.

That look seemed like the disbelief of someone who had confirmed a suspicion and obtained the answer.

The chairman seems to know something...

Gilan thought.

Bremen Empire.

Capital, Muse City.

Central Triumph District, Four Directions Palace.

Within the courtyard enclosed by high walls and side wings, a young man with long, curly red hair draped over his shoulders lounged barefoot in a rocking chair.

A breeze swept through, rustling the trees in