Everything suddenly seemed so far away.
Like the faint intoxication after drinking, a subtle daze and distraction made everything before his eyes light and unfamiliar, like a bubble, revealing a kind of illusory beauty.
The rhythm of the flickering lights, the scattered sharp fragments, the spreading and flowing engine oil, the breach formed by the collapsed wall—everything seemed to be viewed through some kind of filter, becoming exquisite and solemn.
And amid the shattered steel, the dissipating Source Matter slowly rose, vaguely taking the shape of red carp, swimming through the air before silently vanishing.
An illusion?
No. His mind was clear, his sense of self had not wavered, there was nothing abnormal about his mental state, and reality itself showed no distortion.
It was not a ritual or a law.
It was merely a purely natural change.
Only the illusory, surging tide sound beside his ears was drawing ever closer!
A resonance from the depths of his soul was calling his name.
That was...
The Silver Sea!
At this moment, it was not only beneath the old site of the deep Astronomical Society. Within Bulwark Finance, rolling darkness surged like a tide, and voidlike blackness emerged from nowhere, taking on substance.
Like a bubble from a dream.
It rose from shattered steel and dead corpses, bringing forth outlines and phantom light engraved in old memories and souls.
The power of souls was rapidly expanding.
The Ascenders listened in astonishment to the tide sound gradually drawing near from afar.
Through the shattered windows, they could see the magnificent ocean hanging upside down above London's Sky Dome.
The Silver Sea was drawing closer.
No, it had always been there. It had always surrounded every soul, flowing from every intellect and consciousness, linking all things together.
Only the barrier and obstruction