BOOM!
A wave of salty black water three hundred feet tall rose out of the Eastern Endless Sea, blocking out the morning sun over East-Harbor City.
Down on the wooden docks, thousands of fishermen and demon-beast cargo loaders dropped their crates of dried fish and cotton cloth. Women screamed, children cried, and even the tough Iron-Rhino bus drivers parked along the coastal road backed up five steps, their thick ears flattening against their heads.
On top of that three-hundred-foot wall of churning black water stood a monster.
His upper body looked like a barrel-chested middle-aged man wearing heavy black-coral armor and a crooked gold crown made of whale teeth. Below his waist, however, eight thick, slimy purple tentacles—each one fifty feet long and covered in spinning bone-suckers as wide as millstones—slapped the surface of the ocean with thunderous cracks.
He was Mo Ba, the Kraken Sea-King, a terrifying Rank 6 Peak Golden Core sea overlord who had ruled the Eastern Trench for eight hundred years!
Behind him, as far as the eye could see across the foaming white caps, ten million Shark-Man Warriors poked their jagged gray fins and steel tridents out of the waves, while millions of house-sized Armored Pincer-Crabs clacked their iron-hard claws together like a million pairs of giant shears.
