Thor knew clearly that he was dreaming.
He had not dreamed in a long time. And every time he did, it seemed to carry some kind of omen.
He had once not understood why he could have prophetic dreams, but now he had guessed that the Star Eyes that had always belonged to him possessed the ability to observe.
That observation even included the future.
Now the Star Eyes had once again let Thor see the future.
He looked down and saw the Eye of the Abyss beneath him, a huge, sunken whirlpool that gradually turned the sea from azure to inky blue, then to darkness that devoured everything.
The sound of the sea reached Thor's ears as if separated from him by layer upon layer of glass. Everything was so indistinct, so distant.
The bottomless hollow beneath his feet seemed as far away as the Starry Sky above him. Just looking at it made him dizzy.
He should have been maintaining Flight Technique, but the Magic Power within him was teetering on the verge of collapse, as if it could fail at any moment.
And once his Magic Power failed, he would plummet into the very center of the Abyss.
"Why am I dreaming about the Eye of the Abyss?" Thor forced his eyes wide, trying to make out every detail around him and work out when this was happening and what had caused it.
An endless sea stretched before him, and heavy, dark clouds loomed overhead. There was nothing in front of Thor but an enormous whirlpool.
But when Thor turned around, he suddenly saw a colossal object rushing toward him.
A bustling coastline, towering sea cliffs, a familiar seaside city... Thor quickly recognized the landmass racing toward him: the Iskape Continent.
But the continent was moving incredibly