"Mr. Charles, Tiny Furry says it's strange inside. There's no one and no danger," Lily said, translating the reconnaissance mouse's words as she remained perched on Charles' shoulder.0

Charles' brows furrowed slightly as he lifted the binoculars, his gaze peering through it and fixed on the motionless steamship in the semi-desert in the distance.0

Judging from the tracks, that ship had probably set out about a month and a half ago. Right after he had received the photos that captured 068's tracks, Charles had dispatched several vessels for preliminary exploration, and this was one of them.0

However, the metal ship had assumed a completely different appearance. Its original sleek hull had become extremely distorted and twisted. It seemed as though...0