Tragedy.

Life never goes as planned.

The future is always uncertain, no one can truly predict what lies ahead.

But—

"Haha, I have finally reached the fourth stage."

The Leviathan's laughter echoed through the surroundings, its face twisted into a mocking sneer.

The gazes of the three beasts turned grim as they beheld the Leviathan's form.

The whale was the first to speak, its voice trembling:

"Have you truly completed the fourth stage?"

The Leviathan turned to the whale, its deep, slitted pupils narrowing as it extended a palm forward.

"What do you think?"

A staff materialized in its hand, one that looked strikingly familiar.

"This… isn't this my spear?"

The turtle spoke, utterly shocked.