At the junction of two Chaos Corridors.
The earlier sympathetic detonation of the Chaos Engines had created a vast cavity of chaos here, and now it had become a staging ground for the enormous fleet.
Huge Arks resembling continental plates sailed out of the darkness. Dense ranks of Arks of Misfortune guarded these colossal troop carriers, while countless Polluters encircled the entire fleet like planetary rings, a swarm of locusts sweeping through.
An army like this was virtually unprecedented in all of history.
And for the expedition to the Abyss.
They had assembled more than eighty percent of all the Polluters who had left the Broken Divine Realm.
"Is the information accurate?"
A scarlet tentacle sprouted atop an enormous Ark, interweaving with a rustle like blood-red vines before finally taking the form of a man with faintly uncanny features. He wore magnificent robes as red as blood, his eyes brimming with sinister strangeness, his long hair resembling strands of fine blood vessels.
He licked his scarlet lips and asked.
Beside him, a figure shrouded entirely in shadows appeared, his voice hoarse, like the overlapping tones of countless souls.
"Judging by the last images transmitted from the Abyss, it should undoubtedly be that Raven. In this world, apart from the Heavenly Father and that Ancient God King, he is the only one who can wield primordial power."
The uncanny man rubbed the corner of his eye and said:
"But what exactly happened?"
"If it really is him, the Heavenly Father should notice him the instant he dares to use primordial power in the Main Universe. Although the Heavenly Father has yet to awaken fully, hunting Raven is an instinct of his."
The shadow-shrouded figure walked to the very front of the Ark and gazed out at the pitch-black Chaos Corridor.
Within