Alice opened her eyes, looking at the endless yellow sand before her.
She knew she had entered that dream again.
This must be the mysterious world Claude spoke of.
Normally, people would fear such a dream.
But Alice felt no fear.
She looked down, seeing a group of people barely supporting their bodies walking through the desert.
The great catastrophe of the world had already begun.
The surging black seawater swallowed island after island, transforming the lives on these islands into countless terrifying ocean monsters.
Alice stood above, witnessing this transformation process firsthand.
The seawater engulfed people's buildings, wrapping those who hadn't escaped in time. They tried to struggle, they wailed, but nothing could stop the seawater from turning them pitch black.
Thus, they became puppets of this Black Sea, stretching out their hands from the water, trying to grab their former comrades trying to escape ahead.
