Shoal Tide World

Whoosh...

Three crescent moons hung high in different parts of the sky. The roar of the tides had become the world's main melody as Green led the Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab, Little Eight, and Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird through the world-transmission array into this unfamiliar world of rules.

"Thousand-Eyed Crab, is this the world?"

The Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab's body atop the Space Fortress gradually recovered to over thirty meters. Its red fur streamed in the wind, one ice-element crab claw radiating an imposing chill. One eye after another on its shell closed in contented intoxication, sensing the highly concentrated moisture and faint fishy saltiness in the air. Every cell in its body cheered with delight as it slowly relaxed.

It was the warm, secure feeling of returning to its mother's embrace.

"Yes, Lord Green. This is the place. This is where I was born. Every memory from that time was of this world's shores..."

The Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab spoke joyfully, but its many eyes gradually moistened and its voice choked up.

How many years had it been? Even the Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab itself had believed it could never return. It could only follow the Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard's countless slave legions and die in one Demon-Hunting Expedition after another. Yet now, it had truly returned—returned home.

Even every breath it took here seemed to nourish its cells!

The Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab looked toward the tiny figure standing proudly atop the fortress, rainbow runes flowing over him, unable to put its joy into words. Gratefully, it said, "Thank you. Thank you, truly thank you..."

Little Eight, perched on Green's shoulder, gave an unhappy snort and ignored Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird.

Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird's ninety-three heads curiously looked in every direction. The rules of this world were entirely different from those of the Wizard World