Two days later, at the bottom level of the Iron Crystal Throne, in the outer experimental area connected to the ruins.
Above the junction point of the Iron Crystal Throne and Hell.
Through layers of thick walls, all the observers had donned heavy protective suits. After undergoing multiple stages of disinfection and inspection, they stood at their designated positions, following the lead teacher's instructions.
As the iron wall before them slowly rose, they glimpsed the blazing, dazzling sunlight through the thick transparent alloy.
Noon.
The temperature was a pleasant 27 degrees—somewhat hot, but bearable.
Scorching sunlight poured down from the Sky Dome, casting tranquility over the wilderness and ruins of Hell. It was as if everything had fallen asleep during this languid time, with scarcely a sound to be heard.
If this were not the experimental area, many students, feeling a bit stiff after two days on the ship, would have loved to go out and bask in the sun.
