The tides of the Black Sea that have remained calm through the ages were now raging; its inhabitants, all diving down deep to avoid the sudden pressure that stormed through the the surface of their home.

Some of the creatures were confused, as the sun just shone on them hours ago and yet now, once again, a part of the Black Sea became darker.

The floating base of the Dark Millenium still a mystery on how they were able to conjure such a machinery; but nonetheless, it would now prove useful to the Hope Guild as well as the Baby Crew.

The walls of the Dark Millenium ship then lit up; and even as it covered the sun and its silhouette was filled with its rays, one could still see that change of color it emitted. And soon, the colossal ship slowly started to ascend to the skies.

Slowly perhaps one would describe it like that if one were to look at it from afar. But in truth, it was rising at the speed of a jet that has reached its optimal speed. It wasn't capable of doing so before, but with the adjustments and improvements that Whiteking had done, it was now capable of doing a lot more things.

One being able to survive in space, as that was the ship's destination.

"Is it really alright to leave Riley there, dad?"

"Your brother will be alright. Hera and Tempo will be there, you should be more worried about us."

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