When the last supports were blown away, the reborn Nautilus appeared before everyone once more, utterly unlike what it had once been.
Its former perfect streamlined silhouette was gone, replaced by savage angles beneath heavy armor, like a colossal pillar stabbing toward the sky.
Frozen power constantly warped the surrounding environment around it, sending the readings on the depth stabilizer soaring wildly.
Unlike the Hell Redeemer originally forged by Utopia, it was nearly becoming Hell itself...
As the Nemo Engine started, a faint glow emerged from the darkness, and the tide sound of the Present Realm began to rise.
Unfortunately, there was no longer any glimmer from home above the Sky Dome. Everything had been obscured by countless shadows. Their world had been covered by the clouds of Hell.
War had arrived.
"It seemed we were already too late." Huai Shi sighed softly.
"Early or late, as long as we act, it is never too late." Anton gazed at the Nautilus before him. After a long while, he reached out and patted its outer armor.
"Let us set off again, my friends," the old man murmured, and the Nautilus answered with a deep cry.
It had been impatient for a very long time!
Behind them, within the white mist that had gradually begun to fade, the solemn cemetery had vanished. Under the careful work of the Crows, every grave had been moved into the lower hold.
The ritual of the Burial Sanctuary had been erected there, granting the frozen souls peaceful slumber.
Now, the Solar Ship's framework had finished retracting. Once the final operational checks were complete, it cast off most of its payload and mass. Along the preset rails, its core keel and engine were connected to the Nautilus, replacing the giant's heart and beginning to beat once more.