Chapter 122: I'm Actually the Victim?
What is that?!
Meanwhile, at the campfire, Hestia and Artemis, who had been getting along so lovingly, abruptly stood up when they saw that giant wave looming over the sea, fast approaching Sicily, their expressions slightly changing.
As the angry waves neared, the nine Muse Goddesses, who had been picking up shells by the seaside, instantly soared into the air, singing in unison at the top of their lungs.
"Aa--Aaa--Aaaa----"
The high-pitched monosyllabic divine words, spurred by divine power, transformed into a resounding hymn. Rings of golden ripples clashed directly against the ferocious hundred-meter-high wave, attempting to intercept it.
But after only a brief contact, the golden ripples were engulfed by the colossal sound of the wave.
The tide's overwhelming force showed no sign of slowing down. On the contrary, it became even more violent and turbulent, as if a giant were roaring in anger.