238 When Shit Hits The Fan

"Seems like no other cultivator is assaulting the planet anymore. I wonder why they all stopped." I asked myself unable to understand the reason why the enemy forces just stopped attacking.

Soon, a powerful explosive sound echoed in the vast space, then came a bright light that was strong enough that it illuminated the dark void. 

There was light, then there was red, then there was dark. Then wind howled, so powerfully it raged that it made me feel my insignificance against such an unnaturally natural force could cause such mighty gales within space nonetheless.

Improbable and unthinkable as it was, I could see the wind moving through space at extreme speeds that it shreds the very fabric of space itself for moments.

"Y, let's go down, this doesn't feel right," I said.

The puppet replied, "Wise decision." And then began descending.

"You seem to understand what went on," I said.