In the cold moonlight, the damp deck reflected a dim silver sheen. The sound of the ocean's waves was not loud, rather it seemed to come from a distant place. The hubbub of people, their panic-stricken shouts, all faded away, leaving a silence here like that of a battlefield.
Or rather, this place was indeed about to become a battlefield.
At the end of the stern deck, which was roughly twenty meters long, stood a figure who claimed to be the "Divine Envoy" of the Order of Causality. Behind him was an iron chain railing, and beyond that, the profound sea—it appeared he had no way to escape.
Zhang Zhiyuan and the others were standing at the exit of the bridge, spreading out in a line, facing him directly. Their weapons were already targeting all of the enemy's vital points.
"Fire the flare," said Zhang Zhiyuan in a deep voice.
