Whether it was Deep Sea aberrations, Deep Sea Giant Beasts, or even islands, whatever lay in its path was shrouded by dark clouds and gradually vanished, dissolving into the placid seawater as if it had been erased from existence.
At that moment, on the island, a dilapidated house reminiscent of the rundown buildings in the Laos District stood at its center, shrouded in a dim, swirling mist.
A few tall oak trees flanked the dilapidated house. From time to time, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe would emerge from beneath the oaks, slowly driving a black carriage, as if a hidden door lay beneath the gnarled bark for them to pass through.
Varying numbers of exquisite Pyramids hung from the carriage's exterior. They swayed and collided, producing a crisp tinkling sound that brought a faint sign of life to the gloomy, desolate atmosphere.
