The pitch-black deep sea was illuminated. The Artificial Sun floating above Noah released intense light and heat, bringing brightness and warmth to this deep sea that had never seen the sun throughout countless long years.
More importantly, it brought light and warmth to their compatriots currently staying inside Pluto's cabins, ensuring they would not lose their way or feel cold in this dark, frigid deep sea.
Bright did not remain at the base. Instead, he returned to Noah.
In any case, he could control the Flame Clouds remotely, so there was no need to worry that the base would sink back into the deep sea just because he was absent.
Brat found Neptune and Jinbe. It was time to properly discuss Fish-Man Island's path forward.
"With such a large-scale collective migration, if we choose an inhabited island, we'll probably be exposed immediately,"
Bright said. "If Imu learns our whereabouts, then there's no question that we'll immediately face another round of bombardment."
"So my idea is that, like the Marines and the NEO Marines, we should find an unknown deserted island as a temporary place to live."
"As mentioned before, the logistics units will transport supplies for us."
In fact, the various logistics teams had already dispersed.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would soon bring an unending stream of supplies to the relocated fish-men and merfolk, ensuring that the wanderers far from their homeland would not suffer from hunger and cold.
"Then, Bright, have you chosen a location?"
Jinbe asked gravely.
Bright nodded lightly. "I consulted Mr. Zephyr, and he gave me a good suggestion."
"There's a deserted island that meets our requirements in the waters not far from their current base. I'm planning to go there."
Bright said.
Jinbe and Neptune both let out long breaths of relief.
It was