The Sea Emperor is dead.
The proud genius, once a domineering hero overlooking the land from the crest of the waves, is dead.
Died like a joke.
An ethereal aura of spiritual energy shrouded the magnificent palace.
On the gigantic throne, the goddess's body appeared exceptionally petite.
Tiya silently gazed into the void ahead, still reminiscing about last night's battle on Divine Punishment Island.
She had calculated everything, except for the Sea Emperor's madness.
The descendants of the Divine Punishment Legion did not know that in the eyes of the goddess, both the failures and successes of divine punishment missions were seen as nuisances.
They had fulfilled their mission, and their continued existence would only provide opportunities for blasphemers to touch the goddess's power.
Just like this war on Divine Punishment Island.
They didn't understand that they were merely disposable. Once the mission was over, regardless of success or failure, they should just die.
