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Uncertain whether it was up or down, the hull merged with the swirling currents.
Like a speck of dust falling to the earth, apart from instruments showing parameters, there was nothing to prove that they were moving forward.
Standing at the very front of the cockpit, in front of Heracles, the indicator of the ship's status was slowly turning blood red.
Even gliding with the flow, the alchemy ancient ship had reached its limit.
It could not progress any further, for at the very heart of the Sea Eye, the pressure was enough to keep the body of a Titans God in a constant state of dissolution and repair.
This last stretch, nothing could take their place and move forward.
"Last time, we just stepped directly into the sea. Leaving the protection of the alchemy ship, we faced the vortex that could tear us apart into thousands of pieces in an instant."
