Conquering the Ocean in a Day Was Truly a Sin

Orm was dead!

Russell manually confirmed it. He was indeed gone.

Even if he had still been alive, any man who could endure five minutes of poison without moving an inch deserved Russell's admiration for his unyielding will.

So Russell generously declared that the dead deserved respect. The grievances between him and Orm were wiped clean, and while he was still warm, he should be hauled out and given a proper burial as soon as possible.

Seeing their grudges resolved, Orm could rest in peace with a smile. As though guided by some mysterious Magic Power, even his corpse could not help revealing the faintest smile.

From that day onward, there was no longer an Orm in Atlantis. As for whether there would be a Ram or Rem in the future, that was unclear.

In the depths of the ocean, Atlantis sank back to the seabed. The oceanfolk had yet to recover from their terror and rushed about seeking the truth—why the disaster had begun, and why it had ended.

When they learned that the disaster had been caused by King Orm provoking the sea... ahem, provoking That Great One and bringing down divine punishment upon Atlantis, the people cried, "So it was That Great One," while fiercely condemning King Orm. They declared that a king who brought calamity upon his nation was no king at all.

At that moment, two exhilarating pieces of news spread.

First, Queen Atlanna, who had once been sacrificed to the Trench Dwellers, had not died and had returned to the royal palace.

Second, the Queen's eldest son Arthur had gained the recognition of the Sacred Trident, slain the traitor Orm on the spot, earned That Great One's forgiveness, and brought the disaster to an end.

The people shouted, "Orm is dead! Arthur should ascend