Chapter 417: Mad Rush in the Fog

From the small mirror she carried, Martha emerged from a clump of black mist, her voice intruding into Lawrence's ears, "Do you see the lights in the distance?"

"I see them," Lawrence nodded, while he looked up at the incredible sight before him—a vast expanse of shadows black as ink floated on the surface of the sea, vaguely resembling the outline of the City-State without any discernible details. Beneath the surface, however, was a reflection of a brightly lit port and various buildings at the edge of the City-State. The White Oak was gradually approaching this inverted light and shadow without anyone at the helm. Countless ethereal shadows of ships floated in the distant sea, as if engaged in fierce battle. In this chaotic vision of light and shadow, illusion and reality, he even felt as though he himself was becoming unreal, "Such an unimaginable scene… so this is what the world looks like from the other side of the mirror…"