"BOOM! BOOM!"
Just as the apocalyptic tornado was about to crash upon the shore, its terrifying power suddenly receded!
The sky-filling mist and raging winds were instantly smoothed and compressed as if by a giant, invisible hand, vanishing without a trace in a mere moment. The world-ending scene from just before now seemed like nothing but an illusion.
And where the wind and waves had calmed, a Jade Ship—pure white, shaped like a crescent moon, and emanating a gentle yet overwhelmingly vast Spiritual Pressure—hovered silently in the air.
A dozen or so figures stood upon the Jade Ship.
Leading them was an exceptionally handsome and elegant man who appeared to be in his thirties, dressed in a Moon White Magic Robe. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. His eyes were gentle, yet they seemed to hold the flow of stars, making him look unfathomably deep.
The earth-shattering winds from before must have been his doing.
