"Protect His Majesty!"
The strange spiderweb-like crack in the sky was growing larger, and the Royal Maids on the deck of the Wydon Ship immediately gathered around. However, Miss Violet simply waved her sleeve and made them retreat:
"Do I still need your protection?"
She took a step forward, and then everyone on the deck moved to the bow for a closer look at the abnormal spatial phenomenon in the sky. Meanwhile, the witch's alchemy warship's cannons began adjusting their direction towards the sky, with the glimmer of various rituals painting the azure sky in a spectrum of colors.
After a series of peculiar and cringe-inducing noises, the sky finally shattered into a black hole as if hit by something enormous. A wounded, glowing silver dragon then emerged from the hole, clutching a "small boat".
