In the huge canyon with biting cold wind, Nami found it very difficult to take a breath. She protected the beautiful pearl in her hand against her chest. The strong wind wrapped the flying snowflakes and hit her. She had to hide behind a stone, hoping that the stone could block some of the cold.
A thin layer of ice formed on the smooth scales, and the fish tail, which was always wet, could not withstand the tossing, and the inverse scales gradually became frozen. Nami felt cold and in pain. She huddled up behind the stone. The pearl in her hand gradually became cold, but she still stubbornly protected it on her chest.
The wind and snow showed no sign of stopping, and the favored shark seemed so small and helpless in front of the force of nature. This is not an ocean, there is no warm sea water, rich species, and trustworthy tribesmen. On the mainland, everything is novel, but also strange.
Nami closed her eyes in despair and sobbed uncomfortably. In order to obtain the pearl she exchanged with the moonstone, she fought with terrifying creatures in the endless dark sea and endured all kinds of disgusting aquatic plants. Unexpectedly, after she came to the surface world, she did not find that the person carrying the moonstone had arrived as scheduled. The hundred-year deadline has expired. Without this moonstone, how can the fate of the Shark race continue?