Flashes of lightning filled the sky, threatening to engulf the lone boat on the vast ocean at any moment.
Every creature facing this terrifying sight would grovel on the ground, begging for mercy endlessly. Should the thunderclouds cover the world, cries of fear would spread across the earth.
Dertulian's anger was ablaze, the torrential rain unable to extinguish his fury towards the Gods.
The fierce wind ravaged the entire sea area, scattering the seawater struck by the lightning.
The boat, tossed helplessly and pitifully by the waves, was at the mercy of the Gods.
Yet, there stood a lone figure on the deck, seemingly never to fall.
"Praise you, shameful Gods!
Those cunning, high-above Gods!"
Dertulian raised his head, leaning on the broken mast, his tenacious will dominating his body, demonstrating a terrifying vitality.