The performance had to end sometime. The Sky Shuttle slowly parted the waves, sailing past the stretch of sea where the beautiful music had played.
The intermittent announcements over the PA system ceased, and tranquility returned.
The entire vessel fell silent. Aside from the occasional sound of a robot moving down the corridor, nothing could be heard.
The waves returned to normal, sparkling as they lapped against the surface of the sea.
But now, Mo Ling could no longer look at this sea with ordinary eyes.
Who knew what else was hidden beneath the surface, a surface as pristine as a diamond.
As the Sky Shuttle forged ahead, Mo Ling noticed the sea was gradually growing more viscous. The vessel's progress slowed accordingly.
Moreover, the small, shimmering crystals in the water began to grow larger.
The water had become as thick as sludge, so the wake of the Sky Shuttle did not dissipate for a long time, leaving a long "scar" across the surface.
