Above the shattered Sky Dome, turbid waves towered.
Tens of thousands of tons of seawater were stirred by the shadow in the Abyss, their violent collisions creating a deafening roar akin to steel grinding against steel.
Accompanied by high-pitched screams from the deep sea, one sharp and heavy iceberg after another surfaced, exuding a terrible frigidity. Frost white spread.
The piercing cold storm swept through, instantaneously freezing a thick shell between the surging tides.
It was as if a gigantic ice island had risen from the depths of the sea, slowly controlled, shaped, and ultimately transformed by some violent force, until finally, it became layer upon layer of cold walls, heavily sealed, withstanding those malicious rays from beyond the sky.
It was as if all the malice in the world had converged here. Amidst the wildly fluctuating depth index, the Abyss sediment had already dyed the dark green ocean pitch black.
