"Huai Shi?"
"Huai Shi?"
Bang!
In the operations conference room, a kick from beneath the table finally snapped Huai Shi out of his daze, making him notice the stern gazes fixed on him.
In this conference room, gathered with all the Present Realm's elite combat forces, at the most solemn moment of final battle planning, before the last war arrived—
He had zoned out.
Beside him, Kuafu, who had just viciously kicked him, stared straight ahead as though nothing had happened.
"Sorry, I was just..." Huai Shi apologized awkwardly.
"Dazed?"
Ahe glanced at him from behind the massive projection, seemingly understanding. "Overly sharp perception is not a good thing.
"You should go rest, like Diting."
"No, I'm fine. I'm alright. Just a little... cold." Huai Shi gave a bitter smile, ignoring the Death Sense screaming madly in his ears.
Outside the conference room, Diting, who had just been blowing his nose and sneezing frantically, had already begun vomiting.
This had nothing to do with courage or resolve.
It was not just him, nor was it only Huai Shi.
Everyone present could feel that hollow chill and coldness gradually seeping into their bones, as though they were about to leap into a torrent of annihilation.
Some people could merely sense more of it than others. That was all.
That brief distraction was only an insignificant interruption. Soon, everyone's gaze returned to the enormous projection.
The current image of the abyss.
According to the Bronze Eye's observations, the ebb-tide plan had been perfectly completed—after two successive rounds of brutal ravaging by the Piper and the Unified Bureau, the Chaos Sea, battered by repeated impacts, could no longer sustain the eruption of the Depth Tide.
The immense tide had already begun to show signs of receding. In roughly a month, it would vanish