Atop the Dam.
Players had readied themselves, each and every one awaiting the Sea Race's second wave of attack.
"Not to boast, but this time, no matter how many the Sea Race sends, they're all going to die."
"My Great Saber is already impatient for blood."
"I hope they don't send any more Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals this time—I'm totally sick of them. I want to eat something different."
"Up to now, I haven't even seen any decent seafood to eat."
"..."
The Players were ready for the second wave of attack, and what they wanted was simple: a change in the type of seafood. They were sick of it. Utterly sick of it.
Xu Nian stood atop the Dam, looking at the surging waves in the distance, suddenly feeling an indescribable apprehension.
