Golden lightning and white Vine intertwined, forming a massive white gold chain that wrapped around the world and dragged it out of the dock.
Whenever BS Rita pulled a world free, the ship would fall quiet for a moment.
The gods stopped playing.
The Starsea players discussing game rewards and Quiet Mountain intel also stopped talking.
Everyone quietly watched one world after another break free from the war sequence.
It was a sight they somehow never tired of seeing.
Even Mistblade, Maple Syrup, and the others who had been teleported to Rita's side during Graveyard of Bones were the same.
They had already watched it nearly a hundred times.
Yet when the scene unfolded before them again, they still could not look away.
The person standing at the bow pushed the tiny world in her palm into the ship.
It joined the hundred plus little worlds drifting among the Starsea players and gods.
Beneath chaotic Starsea's night sky, those worlds looked like lamps that would never go out.
