"My wish?"
The god suddenly realized something and let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.
"Ah, all for nothing."
White steam rose from the god's body.
The turtle beneath it was motionless, its breath long gone.
The Dragon King's oppressive aura remained, and the thunder that filled the sky spoke of its fury.
Damp rain beat against the turtle shell, bounced onto the ground, and mingled with the creature's blood.
A murderous air hung over the streets of Dawn City, but the intruder had lost all will to fight. It clutched a shattered spear, its body swaying, on the verge of collapse.
A Shrimp Soldier holding a large hammer stood obediently to one side, glancing from time to time at Olive before cautiously observing the Dragon King in the sky.
It walked over to its comrades' bodies and gently collected their pincers, arranging them in a pile.
The god looked at the Shrimp Soldier, then shook its head helplessly.
"Ah, is this your wish?"
