After the Astral Express stopped shaking, the lighting inside the carriage gradually returned.
Everyone climbed up from the floor one after another. March 7th shook her head, looking somewhat panicked. "What happened? Stelle! Did you see that huge shadow just now?!"
Then March 7th suddenly froze, staring in astonishment at the sight outside the window.
In her eyes, the starry sky outside the Express had been coated in a dim red, like slowly congealing blood. A chaotic glimmer bewildered the stars, while shattered stardust and meteorites fell backward into the abyss. An oppressive, desolate, eerily heavy atmosphere quietly settled over them, as though turning this expanse of stars into a place of deathly silence.
March 7th blinked and murmured, "Why does it look... like this outside the Express? It's all red... What happened?"
"Maybe we fell into the third dimension." Stelle looked up, wearing the air of someone who had seen through all worldly concerns.
March 7th turned and gave Stelle a puzzled look. "What are you talking about... You don't actually expect me to understand, do you?"
Then March 7th looked around again. Spotting the faint confusion on Old Yang's face, she exclaimed in surprise, "Ahem, even Uncle Yang looks a little surprised. Now that's something you don't see every day..."
Dan Heng came over as well. "The Express's progress has been obstructed. That disturbance caused a chain reaction... A spaceship rear-ended the Express."
"So there really was a traffic accident... Would you call this a traffic accident?" Cirrus muttered to herself as she listened to their conversation nearby, only to suddenly catch a red figure out of the corner of her eye.
Her gaze immediately locked onto that figure.
She was utterly horrified. Who is that? When did he get aboard? How did he appear?
As though he