Xue Mao's ears twitched despite its eyes remaining sealed and its face entirely expressionless. Silver light flared within its mental space, effortlessly spanning the vast oceanic region for several thousands of lis.
It did not take long to register the faint, undulating sensation of a strange draconic aura originating from a great distance.
BLEEP!!
The ship's momentum abruptly ceased mere moments later.
The sailor, it seemed, had already anticipated and halted the vessel before the looming crisis. His face was a mask of grim determination, pale and deeply sunken around the eyes.
His spirit consciousness stretched outward, activating internal mechanisms within the machine with a chorus of gurgling and crinkling sounds.
SWOOSH!
A purple card materialized in his grasp.
Before a word could be uttered, the card fractured into two halves, initially releasing an indispensable torrent of energy that rapidly stabilized.
