As soon as the person in the center of the stage finished speaking, the captain noticed the scene in front of him beginning to change.
Everything in front of him twisted, like a winding melody, like a whirlpool in the ocean's swift currents, the heavens, the stage, the crowd—all seemed as if painted on paper.
This paper was crumpled and distorted, and everything on it deformed along with the paper, squeezed and elongated.
"What's happening! What is this!"
Someone let out a terrified voice, but soon realized that their voice was also twisted, turning into a sequence of indistinguishable syllables.
In an instant, everything in front of them was squeezed together, making it impossible to distinguish who was who.
People were dizzy in the winding world, tumbling along with the world.
But shortly afterward, like water droplets tightly squeezed from a towel, they were repelled, compressed, and finally dropped back into the world with a "boom."
