At this moment, the Night Race could no longer stop the collision between the storm and the Angry Sea. If the storm was left to evolve further, it might completely break through the barrier of the Angry Sea and land in the Land of Eternal Night.
By then, the power of the Song of Wind Fall, weakened layer by layer by the Angry Sea's barrier, would be reduced to a tenth of its original strength. Yet, even this remnant of power would be enough to flatten all structures in the Land of Eternal Night and sweep away those inferior Night Race members.
"Forward! Forward!"
Holt stood at the bow of the ship, shouting loudly. Though his demeanor was forceful, there was unwavering solemnity in his eyes. Despite his seemingly excited expression, his heart was filled with vigilance and caution.
