In the western shores of the island of Terra, the surging tides and vicious waves became still. The air calmed down, and silence permeated through the heavens and the seas below it. With just a single moment, and a single punch, the world listened to the fleet admiral of the United Navy.
A golden light flashed over Abraham's face. It gleamed with unparalleled radiance, and it originated from none other than the jaw of the gargantuan serpentine dragon. In a breadth of a second, a beamed of light illuminated with the luster rivalling a thousand suns soon descended to the earth.
However, despite the spectacular sight before him, the fleet admiral maintained his gaze towards the sinking battleships of the fleet of Terra. His attention was entirely concentrated at a lone and cloaked figure with injuries scattered throughout their body.