It was a breathtaking scene at that time. Colorful lights were flowing through the lead-gray clouds. They entangled and swirled with each other, spreading below the sea level, forming a light track leading to the end of the world.
Shrike watched all this in fascination until the violent movement of the deck under his feet woke him up from his trance.
The calm Narwhal began to shake violently. The roar of the engine broke the long silence. Hot steam gushed out continuously. Shrike staggered a few times and finally grabbed the railing to steady himself.
The joy in my heart was still spreading, but my sensitive mind still noticed something was wrong.
The light in his field of vision was slightly distorted, and Shrike felt that he was hallucinating. He touched the cold railing. It should have been "ice-cold", but now he didn't feel anything on his skin. If Shrike hadn't used his eyesight to confirm that he was holding the railing, he wouldn't have been sure whether the railing really existed.
The joy disappeared in an instant, and Shrike clenched his teeth. He was well aware that he was being eroded and his senses were slowly being distorted.
There were some visual hallucinations and the sense of touch was being stripped away. Shrike was not sure how much his other senses were affected, and there was no time for him to explore these things. After easing up a little, Shrike rushed back into the cabin and returned to his room.
Everyone has different responsibilities. Soldiers fight, generals command, and recorders make sure everything that happens here is recorded and disseminated.
Shrike had no idea what would happen next, so he stuffed all the documents he had sorted out into a waterproof document bag. Fortunately, he had been simplifying things these days and didn't need to bring much. He held the document bag close to his chest, picked up his gun and walked out of the cabin.
At this moment, the Narwhal began to move forward at full speed for some reason. It let out an angry roar as if it came alive, splitting the ice and waves in front of it, and moving forward unstoppably.
The ship collided with the ice, and under full force, the ice was crushed away bit by bit, which also caused the Narwhal to tremble constantly. Shrike could hardly stand firmly on the deck and could only hold on to the protrusions on the side to prevent himself from slipping out.
It was like a carnival. After a long period of despair, people finally found the route and fell into an immense frenzy. Shrike could hear the roars and the crew cheering.
This is the power of industry, the power of nature can no longer stop them from moving forward... But Shrike felt something was wrong, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it clearly. It might be due to the influence of erosion, his mind was in a daze.
There was a voice calling out from deep within his heart, warning him, but Shrike couldn't hear it clearly. He couldn't hear the voice even if he tried his best!
The Shrike was stunned. He heard it.
It was an extremely subtle sound, masked by the roar, the engine, and the sound of breaking ice. Like a seedling growing in the darkness of the soil, it slowly came into this world, digging up the rubble bit by bit and exposing itself to the sunlight.
The newborn cried like a baby.
In an instant, a shrill scream filled Shrike's ears. He didn't know if other people could hear it, but at least it was extremely real to him. The sound scratched his eardrums and cut his nerves.