Even though he was in the bustling waiting hall, Xu Xiangyang felt as if in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the edge of an endless coastline, with soft, sandy beaches underfoot, where stepping on it meant sinking deeply into it; and in the distance lay the sea, swallowed by the night.
Without the sight of waves and foam, all that could be heard in the darkness was an eerie, empty echo, that sounded like a glass marble magnified a hundred times, dropping onto a ground of an amphitheater enlarged a thousand times, "tingling clang." The rolling echo became more and more distant, until it reached the world's end.
—The tide was coming from an unseen world, just as the sea would backflow onto the land, rushing towards them through a portal in the void.
Any Spiritual Communicator, even the slowest among them, could sense the premonition of the incoming tide, a tide both violent and tranquil, its contradictory natures intertwining, brewing a destructive force within.
