A black line appeared on the horizon, at first inconspicuous, like an outline sketched with a black pen between heaven and earth, making the entire world suddenly clear, with distinctly drawn sketch-like boundaries.
But then the black line began to thicken continuously; the fine pen didn't stop there—it smeared over the same spot repeatedly, deepening over and over.
The whole river trembled ever so slightly, and the ripples around the wooden raft spread out in expanding circles, undulating without end.
[What's that noise]
[What's happening]
[It's an earthquake, run for it!]
[Run your head, it looks like an animal migration is coming. They don't seem very close, should be no danger]
[Master Fang: A herd of animals? Watch me slaughter them in and out seven times!]
"Swish, swish."
