Cassian gripped the control stick hard and pulled the helicopter straight up. Natalie watched from the side and felt like he was about to snap it off with his bare hands. One of them pushed the aircraft to climb faster. The other blinked upward, jumping hundreds of feet in an instant. The massive wave was right there. Even in the freezing cold, sweat ran down both their foreheads. The next second, the tsunami slammed in. It swallowed the spot where they had just been standing. Their helicopter skimmed past the very top of the wave and barely cleared it. The huge wall of water crashed into the high-rise behind them. Boom! The building collapsed on the spot. Every window exploded at once. The scene looked worse than a terrorist attack. Violent air currents tore at the helicopter, shaking it hard. Cassian fought the controls, adjusting the direction and riding the wind as he forced the aircraft higher. Natalie tensed up again, ready to pull everything into her storage space the second they crashed. Thankfully, Cassian's flying skills held up. The helicopter climbed higher and higher, then steadied in the air. They were finally out of danger. Both of them looked down at the tsunami still rushing forward below and let out a long breath. Natalie slowly opened her left hand. At some point, she had clenched it into a fist without noticing. Her nails had dug into her palm, leaving deep marks. A bit of blood seeped out. Cassian had been watching her the whole time. He frowned at once. "You're too hard on yourself. You actually hurt your hand." Natalie turned and laughed at him. "You're one to talk. Try calming your heartbeat first. It's so loud the helicopter rotor noise can barely cover it."Cassian froze, then gave an awkward cough. Yeah, his heart really was pounding too hard. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Then he glanced at Natalie. She was already looking at him. Their eyes met. They both laughed at the same time. Another escape from death. Together. Natalie kept smiling, but her eyes grew wet. For a moment, she really wanted to hug him. The safety belt held her in place. She couldn't move much. So she reached out and squeezed Cassian's hand instead. Only then did she notice that both their palms were soaked with sweat. No matter how strong someone was, no one stayed calm when facing death. You could fake a cool face, but your body always told the truth. Natalie's legs felt completely numb. If she tried to stand right now, she knew she would collapse. She gave a quiet, self-mocking smile. Then she looked down. The smile vanished. The massive golf course was gone. Completely gone. The once glittering clubhouse was now wreckage at the bottom of the sea. Everything had disappeared without a trace. It was as if the Holland Group had never built anything here at all. The powerful Overlord, the flashy Bugatti, and that luxury yacht sitting inside the storage space became the only proof that this place had ever existed. Luckily, they arrived one day early. If they had come any later, everything in the southern warehouse—supplies, supercars, even the yacht—would already be buried under the endless sea.That loss would have been massive. Natalie patted her chest, still shaken by fear. Thank goodness they had gotten out of the underground warehouse in time. Otherwise, they would already be trapped below. The warehouse was waterproof, sure, but Natalie had no interest in spending the rest of her life in an underwater bunker. She did have diving gear, but that stuff wasn't magic. As a non-professional, she could only handle the pressure at around thirty to sixty feet at most. Any deeper, and it could be deadly. And this wasn't normal deep-sea water. This was chaos. Rushing currents carried twisted billboards, broken steel bars, and chunks of concrete—each one enough to kill. The helicopter could only stay airborne for a few hours. Cassian didn't dare hover in one place. He pushed the controls and flew forward at once. Below them, the sea kept swallowing everything in its path, stretching endlessly into the distance. They had to race the water. If they didn't, there would be nowhere left to land. Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Natalie looked down through the window. The once rock-solid skyscrapers now looked like toy blocks—one push and they collapsed. Seawater smashed through reinforced glass and ripped the people inside straight out. From Natalie's angle, it looked just like rinsing sand out of flip-flops after a beach trip. Those tall buildings were giant flip-flops. And the people inside were fragile grains of sand, washed out in an instant, never to be seen again. Survivors had fought so hard through the apocalypse. They endured endless rain, the Great Heat, thick fog, and Frostfall. Yet in the face of a single tsunami, they were captured without any chance to resist.Before absolute power and fate, effort meant nothing. Even bodybuilders, muscle champions, and kings of strength—when nature truly grew angry, they were no more than ants, crushed into dust in a single moment.