This scene made Brando shudder with fear.
But after only a few breaths, the distant dark clouds—or rather, the chaos within the void—had already surged toward them, enveloping the fleet in an instant.
Blinding lightning spread forward in patches along the oppressive clouds. Before Brando could react, those bright-purple lights had already surrounded the entire ship. The Tirmosian light was swallowed up, and the fleet seemed to be sailing forward through a sea of clouds and mist.
Then came the gale and torrential rain. More precisely, it wasn't rain, but Water Elementals being swept backward toward them. By then, the sea in the traditional sense had long since vanished. The entire space seemed to be collapsing under some terrifying law, and Brando could even hear the frightening roar of the storm as it passed through the void.
Only when the clouds were occasionally scattered by the raging wind could he see the outside world through a gap in the clearing mist. It was the edge of a world slowly crumbling apart within the chaos. Although he knew that Vonder's Elemental Boundary died and was reborn every year, and that it had never stopped growing, he still couldn't help feeling the insignificance of a mortal when he witnessed this scene.
The large ship from Everwinter Port that Brando was aboard rose and fell amid the surging chaos and void storm. Any sense of direction—left, right, up, or down—had completely vanished. Only occasionally could he see a pillar of light appear in the chaos, to the left, right, above, or below the ship. That was the Tirmosians' Path of Light.
Brando heard one or two blasts of a horn, then felt someone shove him from behind. When he came to his senses, he discovered that Rute had already flown up from the