When the steel hull of Rhodes Island crashed into the flames of the Songhu War in 1937, Amiya heard the roar of rifles and Originium skills among the ruins. "Their war does not have the Origin Stone skills, but it is just as cruel." She whispered while looking at the smoke of the Bund. The doctor's fingertips traced the cracks on the console: "The anchor of time and space has failed, and we have become strangers in the cracks of history." Kelsey's scalpel flashed coldly under the emergency light: "Repair the ship, hide the power, and survive in this world." The purple eyes of Precious, the pre-civilization consciousness awakened on the fifth floor underground, trembled slightly: "The reverberation of the Source Stone is awakening the sleeping history - the war has just begun."
Reader comments
The writing is okay. The plot is a bit confusing at the beginning, but it's okay at the end.
The writing is okay. The plot is a bit confusing at the beginning, but it's okay at the end.