Although the Black Sea constantly churns up waves, it writhes as if alive. The contamination at the map level is blocked by Amon's expanding domain, but the waves of the Black Sea are like black sludge emitting the scent of sulfur and rot, clinging to the outside hull of the Layer Boat, slowly and arduously peeling away. However, before one layer can be shed, a new wave crashes over, attaching even more sludge.
From within the layers, the Layer Boat appears to be entangled with countless fine spider threads…
The atmosphere on the boat is as heavy as a lead block filled with water. The Security Guards on the deck remain expressionless, like cold machines without any warmth. They form a sparse yet tenacious defensive line, using their old kerosene lamps to push open a circle of relative safety, less than ten meters in diameter.
One by one, the old kerosene lamps cast a ghostly cold amber light, but such radiance is hardly able to bring any warmth under these circumstances.
