The ark bearing countless civilizations slowly descended. From afar, it looked no more than a stone's throw away, yet it took an exceedingly long time.
Ausia narrowed her eyes and silently watched the scene before her.
It was like a falling star.
The thought surfaced in her mind of its own accord.
Tangled roots tightly wound around and enveloped one cabin after another, each cabin representing a civilization from the past.
The ark touched the ground.
No sound came forth, yet Ausia clearly saw the earth ripple like waves. Terrifying shockwaves swept outward, destroying everything in their path.
Energy surged, erupting into countless bolts of lightning. Space trembled and shattered, revealing the scenery of other planes.
"A crash landing..."
Anviya murmured softly.
Ausia gave her a strange look. For some reason, she felt there was a kind of... deeply felt meaning behind those words?
An illusion?
Probably not.
Ausia felt that she should take the initiative to ask her about it sometime. Keeping the question in her heart made her uncomfortable.
Her gaze shifted back into the distance.
Though all was silent, it still felt as though she could hear the terrifying roar of heaven and earth collapsing—the land dragons rolling, the firmament shattering, as if the end of days had arrived.
Some roots wrapped around the cabins shattered. Cabins forged from some unknown metal twisted and deformed. Lifeless corpses fell from the cracks, only to be obliterated into dust amid the terrifying energy tremors, leaving no trace behind in the world.
A civilization had perished.
Compared to the entire universe, most civilizations were truly like foam upon the tides.
Beautiful, yet fleeting. Whether they appeared or vanished, they would leave behind no trace.
There would not even be anyone to raise a gravestone for them.
For no reason at