When the tentacles vanished, the various strange phenomena gradually returned to normal.
As the sunlight faded, the nearly collapsed airship could no longer support its own weight, hurtling swiftly into the darkness with everyone aboard.
At the same time, a giant, deformed bat swept through the darkness and landed on the now-unrecognizable airship.
The half of the deck that should have been flat was twisted into strange wrinkles, as if the airship had been crumpled up like a piece of paper and then smoothed out again.
The ship was in bad shape, and so were the people. Grace, half her body bleeding, lay trembling on the deck. Her abdomen had burst open, and her blood-smeared internal organs spilled out.
However, Charles wasn't looking for her. He quickly searched the deck but couldn't find Lily or Pope Lai Jie.
Charles grabbed the heavily wounded Grace from the deck, looking at her blood-caked face. "Where's Lily? Where did Lily and the Pope go?"
