The captain didn't speak, not even offering comforting words about possibly seeing it again in the future. He knew such things were unlikely.
"We're almost at Divine Dragon Fortress. Although it's not very big, their supplies are fairly abundant..." explained the captain.
"Hmm. We'll take a good look when we get there," Zhou Chaoyang said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, before reaching Divine Dragon Fortress, they encountered a rare ocean storm.
...
"Report! Report! Divine Dragon Fortress is under attack by mutants! The foundations are being dismantled; we can only hold for two more hours. Please request assistance from the Peace!"
The radio intermittently echoed with the report's response, yet the gigantic ship floating amongst the waves seemed incapable of responding to the call. The waves howled and continuously struck the deck, while black clouds gathered and the wind raged. Each person aboard, leaning against each other and trembling, had desperate looks in their eyes.
