Without warning, the ground began to tremble and surge.
The batch of people who had just disembarked from the treasure ship "Silver" instantly turned serious.
"...Is this place about to collapse?"
Ofelia caressed the harp strings uneasily.
He looked at the centaur female Lucia: "Can you check, Lulu?"
"I'll try..."
Lucia paced nervously on her four hooves, extending her white and slender hands forward—her fingernails were sharp, pale, and bright, like pieces of jade.
As she combed through something in the void, her expression grew increasingly grave.
"It's okay, it's not collapsing."
She took a deep breath, "But everyone still needs to be careful..."
At that moment, the second wave of shock swept through.
It was like an invisible roar—the ground didn't move, and the surrounding ancient low stone buildings were unharmed. But they staggered backward... as if something had pushed them hard, their bodies instantly immersed in a bone-chilling coldness.
