The skies of Blue Star had been somewhat overcast recently, with the wind carrying a heavy dullness.
Fang You gathered a breeze in his hand, relaxed his grip, and let the wind slip away, drifting towards the grey sky. And at the far end of this grey sky, invisible to ordinary people, was a vast, boundless tide of grey mist, merely gazing upon it bred an unstoppable sense of oppression.
"This is the surging tide of the times."
Under this mighty tide, there still flowed streams of grey mist unseen by commoners and Awakeners alike.
Or perhaps, a path.
The erosion from the Ghastly Realm was like an endless Filthy Sea, relentlessly pounding against Blue Star, this great ship.
The ship was large, but in comparison to the entire Ghastly Realm, it was as insignificant as a droplet. Furthermore, the hull was already riddled with holes, constantly seeping water.
Fang You saw the infiltrating water and identified its flow.
