The seawater was a brilliantly clear blue, its waves as calm as West Lake on a spring morning. An occasional breeze raised only countless tiny, shimmering ripples, and the sunlit surface glowed golden, gentle and inviting. The sky was the same clear blue, with only a few gauzy clouds lying flat against it, like a young woman dressed in an exquisite blue summer dress with a delicate, weightless white scarf around her neck.
The tide came surging in, each wave driving the one before it, rows of white water crowding forward with the thunderous roar and momentum of ten thousand galloping horses. In an instant, the sea became a boundless battlefield. The wind sounded a shrill "bugle," and the waves seemed like hundreds upon thousands of valiant warriors, assaulting the shore with rumbling cries. Massive boulders on the shore met the light brush of the tide. Row after row of waves crashed against the coast, throwing up sheets of spray. How much power lay within this magnificent tide, within the vast, endless sea?
No one could have imagined that a bloody battle was unfolding beneath these waters-a battle that concerned an entire nation and the fate of its millions of people.
"Tidehunter Neptulon, tell me: why did you attack the Kingdom of Gilneas? We never did anything to provoke you." The moment Rex saw Tidehunter Neptulon, he voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind.
There was no hatred without cause in this world, nor any love without cause. Although Rex had already obtained considerable information from the lord of Darrowshire and knew that he was colluding with Tidehunter Neptulon, that was not evidence. Acting against the lord of Darrowshire on that basis alone was impossible. That was why Rex asked the question. As long as Tidehunter Neptulon