Tip of the Iceberg

Had Hao Ren known what his two seniors posted on the forum, he would have left. But the solemnness on their faces had conned him. Immersing himself in the solemnness of the end of an era, he thought that Galazur and Anthony Alfonso were just taking in the imagery.

By the time he realized it, it was a few days later.

Now, he was just with everyone else, watching as the magnificent black spaceship slowly rose from the ruins of Twilight Capital. Wrapped in a huge smoke column that seemed to cover the entire sky, the spacecraft, with its two rows of red lights, were peeking through the smoke and dust like the eyes of a monster. With the wave of his hand, Anthony Alfonso summoned a gust of wind and blow the smoke away. Hao Ren could now see the scale of the spaceship.