Those emotionless Undead Creature sailors, despite receiving no new orders from their summoner, still showed not the slightest ripple of feeling as they steadily sailed the Floating Ship into the passage.
In the gaps left after the Floating Ship passed, the surging Undead Creatures immediately occupied and filled the space. These lifeless, nonliving things that represented darkness were like black clouds, a dense mass blocking the way back. Because of the distance, the Eye of Providence, whose silver light had already grown thin, had become completely unable to affect the Floating Ship at all.
Between heaven and earth, it was as if only the rushing noise of those Undead Creatures' movements remained. The sound was piercing and clamorous, and that monotonous advance seemed as though it would never end...
After an unknown length of time sailing, Allen's originally indifferent expression on the deck changed. He tucked in his jaw slightly, furrowed his brow, and tightened his grip on the staff in his hand. Far ahead, at the end of the gray world, a different sight finally appeared.
The darkness in the distant gray depths was like a shapeless mass of black mist. It stretched and shifted in every direction, seeming to be an irrepressibly surging substance, like tentacles, like clouds, like haze, drifting, fluctuating in depth, flickering in and out...
The thing looked as though it contained immense terror. Though its form was indistinct from afar, it somehow made people sense its hideousness. A fear welled up and swept into the heart, as if everything drawn into it would be devoured.
And as the Floating Ship went deeper and gradually drew closer to that mass, Allen could see it more clearly. The Floating Ship seemed to have fallen into towering, terrifying waves, and he felt violent tremors.
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