A calm and tranquil deep night.
The Dominating Throne, tightly adhering to the Divine Force Barrier, sneaked westward 200 meters below the sea's surface.
Only when it estimated a safe distance of about forty to fifty kilometers from the island did it quietly surface.
PHEW.
Dragon Cypress and White Rice both let out a long breath, their spiracles open, breathing rapidly.
The vast world, the boundless ocean—everywhere was filled with Origin Force.
On this continent, Origin Force Life could move freely.
White Rice unfolded his membranous wings, flapped them awkwardly, circled high in the sky in a large loop, then returned to the Throne.
"Dragon Cypress Ant King, where to next? Search for islands?"
"Of course! The night is not suitable for farsighted searches. Let's find a safe place to rest and act when it's light."
"Where to after dawn?"
"Wander around, have a look."
"To the west?"
"First west, then east. We'll patrol east and west, inspecting and searching."
