'This isn't right. This kind of sanity-shattering corruption is rare, even in the midst of Chaos Erosion.'
'Even when it does happen, it shouldn't be this fast.'
'The degree of Chaos Erosion is far more severe than I imagined. Is this what the Mortal World is like when Chaos has the overwhelming advantage?'
In all of Westheid's experience, there was no phenomenon that could compare to this. The Chaos Hundred Forms cataloged in the future were completely useless as a reference in this distant past.
Before he could dwell on it any longer, the Floating Battleship had already arrived directly beneath the corrupted battleship.
A countdown sounded in the landing craft, and it began to tremble violently.
"We're going in. Stay behind me. I'll protect you."
Wan Qi stressed to Westheid once again.
"Don't worry about me holding you back. My blade is as sharp as ever."
