The sailor's expression turned to one of sheer alarm as he pressed the alarm and picked up the walkie-talkie to report to the captain.
Seaside Port quickly prepared for battle, all sorts of heavy firepower loaded with live ammunition aimed at the sea surface, and more than a dozen fighter jets took off to investigate.
When the jets circled back, they brought good news—the Torch had returned from the deeps of the Eastern Sea.
After repeated confirmations, the port instantly transformed into a sea of joy.
The Torch bore too many human hopes; no matter what great calamities the future held, so long as the bloodline was passed down, humanity would once again stand atop the Nine Continents in a million years.
A moment later.
The Torch, like a steel island, slowly approached the harbor and docked at the cleared berth.
The surrounding ships, originally massive, immediately seemed like tiny toys by comparison.
"I have indeed not arrived too late!"
