The Kashima Maru bleeds into the Higher Threshold. As the fleet transitioned from the collapsing leaden ruins of the Gilded Sovereign's realm into the absolute, dark violet silence of the Higher Threshold, the laws of physical weight surrendered to the laws of conceptual gravity.
The water here was not liquid, but a dense, ink-black ether that swallowed the sound of the engines, leaving only the rhythmic, haunting thrum of the ship's iron hull vibrating against the void.
Ren Hanshin stood at the prow, a solitary figure of fractured porcelain and heavy lead.
[Synchronization: 69.5%]
[Level: 113]
[Condition: Divine Burn]
[Status: The Hollow Needle]
