After speaking with Chen Chuan, Scarlson strode out and used his World Token to check the situation beyond the island.
He found that the sky now resembled a sheet of gray-white iron, with the sun sealed behind heavy clouds. The boundary between sea and sky had become exceptionally blurred. Countless seabirds skimmed low along the shore, while gust after gust of wind stirred the tides.
From his experience, a blizzard was approaching. Normally, they would not have needed to worry about such things. With the immense secret ritual and the ring wall in place, blizzards would be kept beyond the island.
But now he had no choice but to worry. If the ritual was damaged, the effects might spread onto the island.
The environment that had been maintained on the island for decades might suffer severe damage. Those precious plants and classical buildings might cease to exist afterward.
But he immediately cast those thoughts aside. What was the point of thinking about that? Every single person here was combat personnel, and Ring Lock Island had always been the front line against powerful enemies.
There was nothing to regret. As long as people remained, anything lost could simply be rebuilt.
He swiftly summoned back everyone who was training, assigned them their tasks, and took charge of evacuating the crowd.
There were many smaller islands around Ring Lock Island, serving as navigation points, rescue stations, and outposts.
He called all those personnel back, leaving only certain dogs capable of enduring extreme conditions behind to prevent attacks by mutated animals if the rift opened.
Before long, noncombatants were transported ship by ship to stations in two directions. Naturally, it was impossible to relocate all several hundred thousand people on the island, and there was not enough time anyway. A small number of the