SWOOSH—
Within the Star Sea.
Outside the star cave known as the Civilization's Backbone, a false Dark Cosmos channel materialized.
This false channel, a product of warped rules, was forcefully constructed and extremely unstable. Amid its fluctuations, a lone boat stumbled out from within.
The old man on the boat was none other than the Angler, who looked utterly wretched at this moment.
PTOO!
He spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Under the pressure of the backlash, the lone boat beneath him developed a deep crack and was on the verge of collapse. The Angler suppressed the instability of the power within his body, focused his mind, and barely managed to help his boat withstand the impact.
Another spray of old blood erupted from his mouth.
"Cough, cough."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The crimson liquid turned into energy and completely dissipated.
