“DROWN IN MEANINGLESS SLAUGHTER!! NO FAMILY SURVIVES THE ABYSS OF MASSACRE!!”
Rising five hundred thousand miles above the boiling waves of Floors Five and Six. The Half-Step Rank 10 Despair-Ink Leviathan blotted out the vaulted sky like a living eclipse of pitch-black tar and writhing squid-tentacles.
Before its colossal jaws even reached the white diamond-ice balcony, the monster whale contracted its abyssal siphon and fired its signature opening catastrophe straight at the Gu children:
“[Half-Step Rank 10 Calamity Art: Ten-Thousand-Galaxy Extinction Squid-Ink Jet]!”
SHUUUUUUUUU—BOOOOOOOOM!
A pressurized, galaxy-wide cannon blast of ultra-condensed Clan-Exterminating Squid Ink. Moving at fifty times the speed of light and carrying enough corrosive massacre-law to dissolve a hundred star-sectors into screaming ghosts—hurtled straight toward fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun’s face!
Up on Floor Nine, the Chief Author of Fate leaned forward over his surveillance mirror with a vindictive snarl. “Let’s see you talk about black-sesame soup with a billion tons of Half-Step Rank 10 Extinction Ink down your throat!”
Down on the white ice balcony of Floor Five, Gu Changsheng didn’t even have to lift his wok spatula.
