Lucrecia’s observation signal vanished, and at the same time every scrap of data about Lightwind Harbor was instantly imported, right before the reset.
Zhou Ming calmly felt the changes happening inside the shelter—felt the borders slowly collapsing and dissolving, felt the Boundless Sea breaking apart bit by bit, felt city-states one after another sink into nothing among the stars.
He heard many voices, and countless confused, fearful, desperate, or hopeful thoughts.
Tens of thousands of minds spoke to him in the same instant, and then in that same instant fell into silence, the cycle repeating again and again…
His own mind seemed to step out of that process— the Anti-Singularity was slowly waking.
He devoted almost all his attention to keeping that process stable and controllable.
Only after who knew how long did he finally have the strength to look at what was around him.
His eyes were still closed, but he “saw” Alice.
Miss Doll still sat not far away, watching him with total focus, apparently indifferent to everything happening beyond the Lost-Home.
He also “saw” the Lost-Home.
The ship floated on the sea of clouds like a burning, pure illusion.