The sky was still that same sky.
Dark as ink.
Without stars or moon.
As if a canopy shrouded the space above Ming River Middle School.
When he reached the deck, the scene before Yi Lin made him freeze for a second.
The spacious deck far exceeded the size of the "cruise ship;" it might be more appropriate to describe it as an aircraft carrier.
But on the deck, space had been forcibly split by a mysterious power, and the buildings, classrooms, and cafeteria of Ming River Middle School had been divided into blocks of different sizes, chaotically scattered across the deck.
At first glance, Yi Lin seemed to be in a city where time and space were in disarray, with the ground rust-stained, buildings with scarlet wall paint, the food hall's rounded dome, the cruise ship's signal tower… An assortment of messy configurations stood side by side, altogether bizarre.