Before the towering gates of the North Sea Dragon Palace.
As the single word "Halt" was spoken, it was as if the very Laws of the North Sea had been rewritten.
The violently clashing Blood River and the Dragon Race's Grand Array froze in mid-air, as if gently pressed down by an invisible hand.
The churning sea calmed into a mirror-like stillness, and even the undercurrents on the seabed silently ceased their flow.
The shrieking of the nine thousand eight hundred Blood God Children abruptly stopped. They instinctively recoiled and retreated, ultimately transforming into streaks of dark red flowing light and rapidly withdrawing into the Blood Sea behind Nether Spring.
The Blood Sea, which had originally stretched for hundreds of miles and churned like boiling water, began to shrink of its own accord. It condensed into a dark red pool no more than a few hundred yards across, floating beneath Nether Spring's feet, as quiet as stagnant water.
