Nolen sat in the sealed chamber with a face full of worry, directly across from him was Gold, collapsed on the sickbed, his eyelids tightly shut, brows furrowed, showing no signs of waking up, as if trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
Lula stood by Nolen's side, outside the chamber, the Condensers were on high alert, preserving strength for defense in this core area of the Paradise.
A roaring vibration came from a distant place, as if amidst towering waves, making the tables and chairs shake and slide on the tilted floor.
Nolen's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze tiredly fixed on Gold, or rather, the item Gold was guarding in his hand.
It was like the embodiment of doom, bringing death and storms alike when it arrived at Free Port.
Nolen asked Lula, "Is it still impossible to contact the outside world?"
"No, the Zongge Orchestra is aggressively attacking the Void Realm, they've cut off all our communication with the outside world… we're trapped here."
