The end of the world was truly a thrilling journey. Amidst the extreme cold and surrounding erosion, the tattered Morning Advance struggled to crush the ice, break through the cold sea water, and headed towards its homeward journey.
Thinking back to everything they had experienced, a vague fear resounded in the hearts of every survivor. At that time, they were on the boat and could do nothing. They were like a group of prey caught in a trap, waiting for death.
The constant fighting caused the armor of the ship to wither and the main structure was also affected. It was like a dangerous building. No one knew when this big ship would disintegrate and collapse.
In order to get out of the ice sea, all energy was supplied to the power cabin. Most of the cabins were attacked by demons and were blocked and isolated. The remaining people could only huddle in the cold room, using the few resources to prolong their survival.
They hugged each other, shivering, enduring the cold and erosion, as well as the roaring sounds coming from deep in the cabin in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, they did it in the end, the Morning Advance returned to the harbor, and these poor people were able to return to the civilized world.
“That was a terrible experience.”
Shrike looked at this familiar old friend and spoke softly.
Because of the severity of his injuries, he did not have much memory of the return journey. In the words of Blue Jade, Shrike was in a coma for most of the time, and even when he woke up, his eyes were dull and numb. He would only gasp in pain when the gauze was changed.
"What have you been through?"
Hong Shun was a little curious. Although he later heard about Ji Hai's experiences from these survivors, he had never experienced them personally. There was always a thick barrier between fantasy and reality.
"You don't want to go through that, Kestrel."
Shrike said sincerely.
He was not joking. After being rescued and examined by the Montenegrin Hospital, most of the survivors were found to have mental illnesses of varying degrees. Some of them also suffered irreversible effects on their mind due to being under the influence of erosion for a long time.
As for the dead, their numbers were countless. Many bodies sank into the cold ocean along with the demons. Only the cold gray nameplates were brought back, indicating that this person once existed.
The atmosphere was a little depressing, and Hong Shun did not ask any more questions. Although he was carefree, he was also a member of the Purification Agency and a high-ranking knight who had experienced life and death. He knew that some things could be joked about, but some could not, and even should not be mentioned.
People cannot remember everything accurately. It is not so much that they cannot remember, but rather that it is the self-optimization of the human brain, forgetting all the bad, boring, sad, etc. things and sweeping them into the dust.
Thinking of this, Red Falcon couldn't help but feel a little sad for Hercule. This guy seemed unable to forget all this. Beautiful things became extremely real in his eyes, and the same was true for nightmares.
[The Well of Ascension is agitated, and the erosion intensity of the entire area is constantly increasing, just like the Sea of Silence.]
Suddenly a voice sounded in people's minds, and Watson began to narrate without warning.