The vast light blue sea water stirred up wave after wave of turbulence.
The tilted artificial island had almost a quarter, or even more, of its area submerged in the sea.
The once smooth airport runway was now cracked everywhere, with many places flooded and large patches of wild grass growing.
Lin Yue was located on this enormous artificial island, seemingly on the outermost side of the airport runway near the sea, at the highest point of a tower of unknown purpose, on a small platform at the top.
Looking far and wide from a high place was supposed to be a good thing, but with the feet almost hanging in the air and the fierce wind blowing continuously, if not prepared, one might be directly blown off.
Moreover, more than half the area at the bottom of this dilapidated iron tower had already been submerged by sea water, teetering precariously.
