Above the originally clear, white-clouded sea current, ten warships were sailing steadily. Everyone was in high spirits, filled with grand and heroic sentiments.
However, amidst this joyous and impassioned atmosphere, without any warning, the sky seemed to be instantly transformed by an invisible giant hand.
The clouds, originally as white as snow and drifting lightly like cotton wool, began to darken at an astonishing speed.
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