As Hebdo rushed onto the deck, the storm was already close at hand, like a towering city wall rising from the ground, its shadow completely engulfing the Morning Glow Advance. The ocean currents and wind direction all leaned toward it, as if a funnel between heaven and earth, ready to devour everything.
The bright skyline rose at the far end of the sea, while on the dark side, the residual stars and auroras shimmered. The icy seawater rose with the fury of the wind, sprinkling down like a fine rain, landing on Hebdo's face with a piercing chill.
This was an incredibly awe-inspiring scene, like the rotation of the cosmos, all deeply etched into Hebdo's mind, making these images unforgettable for a lifetime.
"We are part of a myth now."
He murmured to himself.
The Morning Glow Advance sailed into the Divine Domain, touching upon a forgotten story, where events beyond mortal comprehension were taking place. Hebdo was fortunate to witness it.
