The space-time that had stood still for 1.87 million years gradually began to collapse.
The wheel of history began turning once more. Everything that had been frozen broke free of its restraints. The seemingly frozen seawater began to surge again, while increasingly powerful winds poured into the vortex from every direction. The "spherical shell" covering this space shattered without a sound, and falling alongside the torrential rain came low roars from distant Tarlonnd, as though they contained endless madness and chaos.
The sky seemed to collapse as if it had been tipped over. The massive Cloud Wall, cyclones, and countless tons of seawater caught within the cyclones that made up the Eternal Storm became a terrifying ocean tempest. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, rain poured down, and dragon roars rose and fell from the depths of the clouds. It was as though the end of the world had arrived, yet amid that apocalyptic scene, the enormous ancient spacecraft continued to rise slowly into the howling wind.
This was a starship incorporating some of the Voyager technology, a miracle created with the combined efforts of the entire Dragon Civilization, which had been peerlessly powerful more than a million years ago. This miracle was many years late, but today, it finally set off.
"The storm has caused severe disturbance. The attitude-correction engines are automatically compensating for the ship's tilt," Barrogel said rapidly as he monitored the data on the panel before him from the chief engineer's station. "But their effect is limited. The Tarlonnd has already begun deviating from its planned trajectory."
"As long as it can take off, that will do. Keep accelerating, keep climbing... Don't worry about the destination or the exact route, and don't worry about returning. Taking off is success..." Heragol said softly from before the captain's seat. "Can