Today's sun looked like a wrinkled orange, and the weather wasn't particularly clear.
The air was filled with a scent hard to describe, a mix of rotting seafood and chemical glue, with a hint of singed fur... In short, it was very peculiar.
The deck beneath trembled slightly, and the sky instantly filled with dark clouds.
In this seemingly calm coastal region, the Feixi unexpectedly entered the Outer Dimension.
Or, one could say, a shard of time and space crashed into them.
The surrounding warships following closely became blurred, indistinguishable between reality and illusion.
Wang Yunxiao vaguely heard the roar of engines from the sky and looked up to see a floating battleship swiftly vanishing into the clouds.
The communicator on his back furiously spouted streams of encrypted messages, the only way for the fleet to maintain communication.
