The dense black cloud over the sea loomed like a curtain, enveloping the entire sky. In the midst of the black mass, streaks of blood-colored light flickered, interspersed with flashes of lightning that sparked incessantly.
Underneath this black cloud, a steadily spinning wall of clouds had already isolated the entire sea region from the outside world. The violent gales on the sea's surface were strong enough to topple any vessel daring to approach—even warships weighing tens of thousands of tons were no exception.
Gazing upon the apocalyptic scene before him, Colonel Marcus couldn't suppress his curiosity and turned to Mackie at his side. "Could the demigods from our country achieve something of this magnitude?"
