Everything within sight was gray, and there were faint thunder coming from far away, as if a storm was brewing somewhere.
"Something's wrong. How long do you think it's been since I fell unconscious?" Lorenzo turned around and asked Selyu, "Just follow your feeling, Selyu."
"About... a few hours?" Seleu said.
"It was already late at night when we left, coupled with the fighting and coma." Lorenzo's expression became solemn, and he strode straight into a run, heading towards the deck.
"What's wrong!"
Seleu tried hard to follow him, but her equipment made her move very slowly.
"Haven't you noticed? It should be almost dawn now!" Lorenzo shouted loudly, "But it's still dark in sight, with no sign of dawn."
The whole world seemed to have lost its light, covered in heavy lead dust, which piled up layer upon layer, like a heavy city wall that trapped everyone here.
"So? If the sky is overcast, that's normal, right..."
Seleucia said this, but at the end, her voice couldn't help but tremble. She noticed something, something she had overlooked, something she should have noticed.
Erosion not only affects the operation of equipment, but also affects people's cognition. In the fierce battle, people's spirits are extremely tense. Under such high pressure, no one notices those subtle changes.
They didn't know when the deepest darkness had enveloped them, but no one knew.
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"Has the fighting stopped?"
Someone asked this question in the dim light, and after a while, another weak voice answered.
"Probably. There hasn't been any shelling for a while. It should be over now."
Garlon responded to his deputy's questions while he was half lying on the cold ground in the dim cabin.
This is a cargo hold. These people probably didn't expect that they would have something like "prisoners", so they had to temporarily lock up Garlon and others here. Their attitude is not bad, at least friendly.
The ship's doctor gave Garlon a simple treatment, stopped the bleeding, and then used several wooden frames to correct the position of his ankle and gave him a pair of crutch.
So now Garlon doesn't have to worry about his life... temporarily. Now that they are on the pirate ship, to a certain extent, they are in a state of shared success and shared failure.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
The deputy leaned towards Garlon, who was the only one who had the ability to move freely at the moment.
"I have no idea."
Garlon answered simply.
His eyes were dull and scattered around casually, with a look of death on his face.
Garlon witnessed the Ice Bay engulfed in flames and Floki's madness. He didn't care about too many things in his life, but they all collapsed in one night.
He had completely lost his so-called fighting spirit, and his emotions were somehow slipping away, with darkness gradually eating away at his heart.
"My lord, cheer up!"
The deputy was unwilling to see Garlon become like this, he knelt beside Garlon and tried to make him sit up, but Garlon was as weak and decadent as if someone had pulled out all his bones.