(24 Hours Ago, Righteous Fleet Commander Bobby's POV)
Bobby did not expect the Cult civilization on the other side of the Time-Stilled Portal to be anything special.
After all, the Time-Stilled World had long been dismissed as a dead realm, its mana corrupted, its air unbreathable, its soil blackened beyond repair.
He had imagined it as an arid wasteland where only ghosts could linger, a desolate scar of time where nothing truly lived.
And hence, when he led his fleet of a thousand warships through the swirling portal, he expected ruin, silence, and decay.
However, what he saw as he entered the veil was something completely different instead.
The transition hit like a plunge through molten glass. The world bent and twisted as light and time folded over each other, the sensors screaming in alarm before steadying into clarity—and when the distortion finally cleared, Bobby found himself staring into a horizon that defied every expectation.
