Three months later.
Plane Sea No. 758, east of the Wizard Plane Group, in the void beyond 87 spatial nodes.
Nearly two hundred warships, each over ten miles long and of various shapes, are silently hovering, seemingly waiting for something.
Suddenly, a deep red warship, accompanied by three slightly smaller warships, sails from the distant void.
The three warships behind the deep red one silently dock at the rear, while the deep red ship continues forward until it stops at the front line of the fleet.
At the top level of the deep red warship, in a cabin about a hundred square meters in size, luxuriously decorated.
A skinny little boy in a green Wizard Robe senses a slight vibration, rises from behind his desk, and walks to the starboard window on the right side of the room, curiously looking out.
