The ship's thick smokestack belched dense smoke that merged with the night sky.
The ship, with its helm set hard to starboard, began to turn. Lu Li walked towards the stern, followed by an old man, with the captain trailing even further behind.
Once at the stern, Lu Li stood in front of the deck railing, gazing at the dim outline of Seaview Cliff as it gradually receded.
The journey and the experiences at Seaview Cliff may have come to a temporary close, but they had left Lu Li without any hope in this world.
Both the frequent appearance of anomalies and the breath spreading towards the land painted a picture of an impending doomsday for this place.
And that day would not be too far off.
It was a shame that he had already parted ways with Friday. If she were here, Lu Li could have tried asking her—she seemed to know everything.
In any case, he would need to start preparing a refuge as soon as he got back.
