In the tranquil depths of the water, green algae swayed, and the dead little fish turned its white belly upwards. Due to prolonged loss of blood and soaking, the flesh around its wounds turned cotton-white, swaying like lint.
A crab pinned the fish's tail with one claw, tore off the fish's flesh with the other, and stuffed it into its mouth. With each tear, the lint on the wound trembled slightly. Suddenly, the crab retreated into its hole, and the little fish floated gently upwards, not waiting to surface.
Boom boom boom!
White currents rolled as the lifeless little fish swayed, ultimately unable to evade the great army. The sea wolves shattered it into scattered bits of flesh, disappearing without a trace.
A hundred thousand sea wolves merged into a silver storm like locusts passing through, causing tremors on the ground. The sea waters converged, churned up, and the stirred sand and dust swirled for miles, not settling for a long time.
