After an unknown amount of time had passed aboard the magic ship, the cracks spreading across the surface of the shadow cocoon began to grow larger, initially appearing as nothing more than faint lines before gradually expanding and crawling across the pitch-black surface like countless black veins, while at the same time, an indescribable pressure slowly began to emanate from within the cocoon.
The pressure was faint at first, almost negligible, but as more time passed, it continued to grow stronger, then stronger still, until even the surrounding space seemed to become faintly distorted beneath its influence.
