Wave after wave, the surf beat against the sandy shore, sending up sparkling white splashes before retreating as if with a lingering reluctance. One by one, Gods rushed out of the Gate of the Dark Sea, only to let out piercing, miserable screams as their heads rolled in the setting sun.
Listen, was this not the song of the sea? At times majestic, at times gentle. Matching this oceanic symphony was a scene on the beach that felt hauntingly reminiscent of the Louis XVI special—as if one had drifted back in time to the Cultural Revolution, save for the absence of any cold and solemn guillotine. Instead, four executioners stood ready, whetting their blades.
Thus, every single Louis XVI met his destined decapitating edge. The ones in front realized too late and desperately tried to retreat, only to be shoved forward by the eager Louis XVI pressing up behind them. Little did those in the rear know that the unknown ahead, just beyond the radiance, was endless hell!
Chapter 85