For the people on the ark, everything they're witnessing feels like theological depictions of the Genesis; on either side of the ark lies an endless ice world, with the vast ocean reduced to just a single passageway, beyond which the cracking ice walls open the curtain to myths, revealing the other side of the stage before their eyes.
They see the wounds on the sea surface, and instead of blood, what flows out are writhing, interwoven tentacles.
The deck is silent, no one speaks.
Everyone seems to have lost the ability to speak; they only feel suffocated, unable to fathom how to traverse this ocean full of tentacles.
Only "AI" Gray starts recording.
At this moment, he becomes the scribe of the mythical age, recording words that cannot be deciphered by common sense onto paper.
The wounds are increasing at a visible rate, and soon the tentacles will occupy the entire sea.
"He is very angry..."
