The Intercontinental Airship had already completed its turn and seemed to have crashed into a cumulonimbus cloud mass. Abundant moisture interwove with high-altitude gale winds, instantly blurring the windows on both sides before carving nearly parallel trails of water across them.
In the darkness, the rushing clouds resembled demonic phantoms, dancing beyond the windows before being sliced into fragments by the water trails.
Yuchuan Yingjie stared blankly at the shifting interplay of light and dark. Inspiration vaguely struck him again, and in his daze, he forgot all about his body's severe discomfort.
At that moment, he seemed to see the lingering traces and aftershocks of Ronan and the true god colliding in the void.
The collision had been so violent that even the sealed cabin seemed to be "leaking." Yes, it was precisely that sensation of moisture rushing against one's face.
Yuchuan Yingjie saw Beiye Hayato subconsciously wipe his face. That man was facing away from the airship's direction of travel.
The Pope and Bai Xinyan were communicating within the Tree Nest's shadow, assessing the sudden phenomenon as well:
"It didn't land cleanly."
"It's already locked on, isn't it?"
"...No. What a beautiful progression through the layers!"
This was the first time Yuchuan Yingjie could remember the Pope voicing such an emotional thought. For a while, no one within the Tree Nest responded, until the airship jolted again.
The second wave, the third wave... The airship's shaking was intimately tied to structural changes deep within the cloud mass.
To distribute computational pressure, information flowed and circulated through the Tree Nest's shadow, being stripped away layer by layer. Naturally, some understood less, while others understood more.
Yuchuan Yingjie saw things relatively clearly.
He knew that the moisture-laden cloud mass outside was indeed a product of the conflict between Ronan and the