Rumble—
Rumble—
Dark clouds stretched endlessly like a black curtain, shrouding the raging, turbulent sea below.
Bolts of lightning, like dragons and serpents, ignored the divide between heaven and earth and blasted everything in their path.
Strangely, a silver moon hung right in the center of that black curtain, cold and distant.
Endless silver radiance shone down on the enormous cruise ship burning below.
Wherever the moonlight reached, the waves calmed and the flames subsided. Yet the area it covered kept shrinking, driven back by one crimson gaze after another.
Not only that, but the "black curtain" churned back and forth, as though an unseen battle were taking place within it.
"Roar!!"
"Roar! Roar!!"
A pack of enormous blue Gyarados, their eyes crimson and their bodies wreathed in black energy, surrounded the entire cruise ship, occasionally letting out earth-shaking roars.
A closer look revealed traces of reason struggling in the eyes of a few Gyarados, but their immensely powerful blue tails still twisted and coiled, stirring up wave after wave.
On the cruise ship's deck, a sinister-looking man in white stood with his hands behind his back, a crimson R emblazoned on his left breast.
His white-gloved right hand swirled a glass of bright red wine, and he occasionally gazed at the storm before him with an intoxicated expression.
"Great waves, lightning, the silver moon... every last one of them will bow at my feet."
Apollo glanced aside, displeasure crossing his face. He elegantly took out a white napkin, draped it over his right arm, and wiped away the splashed crimson liquid.
"You! Show some elegance when you work. Don't you understand? Hmm?!"
He shot a dissatisfied look to the side, then spoke in a florid aristocratic accent. "These are all valuable merchandise. Take good care of them."
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