Correcting Ship Chains

The boy's corpse ignored the swarm of ghosts outside the door and reached his right hand toward the eerie green lake water rippling across the ceiling.

The clinking of chains instantly filled the room.

Chains surged from his arm, dozens, even hundreds of them twisting together and condensing into one, like the steel cables of a bridge spanning the sea, shooting toward the ceiling.

The ends of the chains were covered in densely packed blades.

As they flew, those blades fused into a massive drill.

Dragging the chains behind it, the drill resembled a vicious dragon soaring into the air.

Pfft!

A silent tremor rang through the hearts of the six people. It felt as though they were there themselves, as if their hearts had been pierced, leaving them breathless.

The thick iron chains pierced through the ceiling and plunged into the reflected lake water.

It was as though they had reached into another dimension.

The chains continued extending, stretching toward the reflected lake water amid thunderous clang-clang sounds.

Ah-yeon and the other five stared in shock at the boy's corpse, which still seemed to be in a sleepwalking state.

Even as ordinary people, they could sense the terror contained in that condensed torrent of steel chains, as thick as two utility poles.

It carried the oppressive force of something that would reduce anyone who touched it to dust.

Inside the other eerie ship, Wu Heng stepped out of the cabin. He sensed that his body had arrived before the "door," and he also sensed the door opening.

He raised both hands as well. A freezing power erupted from his palms, and red snow began to fall from the sky.

The snowflakes drifted down, blanketing the ship beneath him, which was as large as two football fields.

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