The communication channel abruptly lost human voices, leaving only a cacophony of background noise. The Torch's Captain grasped the Wind Detector, veins bulging, staring at the glowing Crystal, eyes bloodshot. "Lord Captain, you'd better come up and see!" frightened cries from the sailors came from the deck.
"What is that thing?" He rushed onto the deck, snatched the telescope from the sailor's hand, his face flushed, scar twisted like a worm, yelled at everyone, "I ask you, what is that thing!?"
White clouds formed spectacular mountains and cliffs on the Sky Wall, like islands floating in mid-air, extending long Capes towards the mirror-like Sky Sea, the fringes of Featherization writing a few out-of-this-world meanings. And above the azure firmament, above the clouds, a small black dot slowly emerged in everyone's Vision.
