Just ahead in the distance.
A dozen or so kilometers away lies an unending gray fog that blocks out the sky.
The murky fog towers and spreads, extending infinitely to both sides like a rolling gray sea tide or a wall with no beginning or end, blurring the boundaries between sky and earth.
—The Wall of the Abyss.
A wall that seems to stand at the edge of the world.
From the deepest parts of the Eastern Sea to the highest heavens, it seems to be everywhere.
It's so majestic that, by comparison, these warships look ridiculous, like children's toys.
The gray fog churns chaotically, but remains relatively calm overall.
These warships have been anchored here for many days, seemingly waiting for something's return or appearance,
Yet at this moment.
It seems to start boiling.
In an instant.
Sharp and bright colors burst from within the distant gray fog, quickly appearing and vanishing again.
