The Thunderbolt Sea blotted out the sun and sky. Wherever it passed, the heavens were dyed a piercing, ghastly white.
Countless thick bolts of lightning, like frenzied silver serpents, zipped and roared within.
"RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!"
The dull, oppressive roar of thunder, like the beat of war drums, rolled in from the distant horizon. Every clap made the very earth of the swamp tremble.
A pure, violent aura of destruction—the pressure of a Catastrophe Level being—was already washing over the land from a great distance, blanketing everything!
Atop the high ground, the Black King and the Hill Giants Gordo and Ug, who were on watch, stood in grim formation.
The Black King's massive body was coiled upon the high ground, its enormous draconic head staring fixedly at the approaching Thunderbolt Sea. Its vertical golden pupils flickered with horror and fear.
And behind it, Gordo led the Giant Legion in a steadfast defensive line.
