The cold, dead silence enveloped the core of the Abyssal Star Vortex, with twisted space folds pressing together like solidified giant waves.
The light spot at the center is the flaw formed in this Saint Tomb due to the erosion of endless years, and it is also the weakest point.
The light spot fluctuated unpredictably, like a huge piece of glass with cracks, stubbornly burning, emitting energy waves that even made Venerables' hearts tremble.
Three landing crafts struggled to stabilize within the invisible spatial turbulence, akin to fragile duckweed drifting on dark currents.
As time passed, the sense of distortion from outside became increasingly pronounced. The metal cabin walls emitted groans of overload, and the Defense Runes engraved upon them flickered uncertainly, striving to resist the omnipresent external pressure.
"Begin to stabilize the passage."
