If Hao Ren had known what kind of caption his two shameless seniors had added to the selfie, he would have run away with all his might long ago. Unfortunately, the two old hands had completely fooled him with the serious, earnest expressions on their faces. He was utterly immersed in the sentiment of an era coming to an end, convinced that Galadriel and Anthony were merely sorting through image files.
By the time he learned the truth, several days had already passed.
For now, he was simply craning his neck along with everyone else to watch the magnificent Black Starship slowly emerge from the ruins of Twilight City. A gigantic column of smoke and dust, seemingly large enough to blot out the sky, enveloped the ship. Two rows of dark-red lights swept across the outside world through the dust like a monster's eyes. It was only after Anthony waved his hand and summoned a violent gust of wind to scatter the dust that Hao Ren could see the entire ship clearly.
This enormous ancient spacecraft had been parked vertically inside an underground cavern. As it rose, it was truly as imposing as an underground volcano slowly forcing its way through the surface. The ship's overall structure was a long cuboid made of multiple connected sections, much like the Guardian warship wreckage discovered in the Dream Plane. Numerous neatly arranged black crystal plates covered its middle section, and countless bright arcs of electricity were leaping between them. The Data Terminal could only restart and repair part of the ship's systems in a short time, while varying degrees of energy leakage were occurring in the unrepaired sections. To prevent the leaking energy from damaging the crucial engine compartment and data center, the terminal could only direct it toward the energy-release grilles—in