The frailty of life was so humble that, in this sudden catastrophe, even breathing was not permitted.
Lord of pleasure, grant your mercy once more.
All beings trembled, knelt, and prayed...
Yet this time, no one answered, the idols dim and without light.
In their bewilderment, they received an answer.
The supplicant who had answered their prayers and ascended to Olympus had perished.
An unprecedented sorrow boiled and burgeoned in the hearts of the weak, eventually brewing into sobs and wails.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thousands of purple and white thunderbolts exploded from cloud after cloud, meandering or striking vertically in the endless night sky, like dragons descending to the world.
Through the faint glow of lightning, one could see the surging turbid streams that had completely submerged the coastal lands, the Sea of Okeanos reaching a height of kilometers.