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 staff?"
The turtle spoke, utterly shocked.
"That's right. This is your staff," the Leviathan sneered. "There's no need to be surprised. All your abilities were granted by the world. As the one who has merged with the world, it's only natural that my power surpasses yours."
