Darkness over the sea and sky.
Above the raging storm, the Eye of Great Evil continues to expand at an astonishing speed, unceasingly creating waves of disruption.
From a high altitude, it looks like a terrifying torrent of ripples, transforming into tides, repeatedly crashing against the already fragile present world.
Each upheaval makes one's heart jump with fear.
No one knows when it will all completely collapse.
"We're getting closer to the Vortex!"
"The degree of overlap is deepening further..."
In the pallid space, the oppressive report of unease continued until an uncontrollable cry of excitement broke the suffocating atmosphere:
"Message from t5 — Sky Rail will maintain the situation, ensuring the present world is not lost!"
In an instant, cheers erupted, and everyone couldn't help but dance with joy.
Yet the elder's expression remained grave.
Sombre.
