//Bonus chapter for the Popular Ranking - 81. Thanks for the support readers!
The air smelled of scorched iron and oil, a choking reek that made the lungs burn with every breath. There was no transition from the paper ruins of Arcana to this new nightmare. The green ink simply gave way to an endless, screaming expanse of burning dust and floating iron shrapnel. The sky looked like the inside of a furnace, filled with red-hot iron filings that swirled through the vacuum in lethal, jagged patterns, scraping against the hull of the Void-Galleon with a sound that could peel the teeth back.
SCREE!
Ren Hanshin stood on the main deck, his boots dug deep into the scorched timbers.
[Synchronization: 84.0%]
[Level: 135]
