The Void Ferry soared like a true starship, carrying multiple Chosen Ones toward the distant shores of time and space. Just as the boy explained before, every large-scale White Night marks the world axis ticking to a new notch. With each notch comes new changes. This was Jill Young's third time riding the Soul Rift to another world, and she could sense those subtle shifts.
She couldn't quite explain it, couldn't put it into words, but she knew something had changed aboard the Void Ferry. No human language could accurately describe this shift—she could only make a weak comparison. If the Void Ferry really was a ship, then it was growing bigger and steadier. When breaking through storms, its momentum felt even stronger and fiercer.
Only a mighty ship can cross the vast ocean.
The journey through the Void Barrier was stranger than any sci-fi warp travel, more mysterious than those scenes where countless beams of light rush past you. On this route, not just light and shadow—even the concepts of time and space themselves were twisted.
Countless worlds, each with its own timeline, all stacked together to form an absolute concept beyond human understanding or touch. When faced with this, Chosen Ones can't possibly hold onto any personal will, nor will they remember anything about the journey.
But Jill Young was different.
She stood inside the Void Ferry, like a captain braving the storm at the bow. A golden bolt of lightning stretched from her right hand, piercing immeasurable distance in the blink of an eye, reaching into the unknown depths of the void.
In the endless void, the Twins were each other's only anchor.
That golden lightning might've looked like an illusion, but to Jill Young, it was a real, unbreakable link. It felt like, as long as she reached out along that bolt, she could grab another hand—no matter what stood in the way.
Thump, thump, thump—the sound of her heartbeat was like war drums, her blood's rhythm suddenly sharp and clear. Both her mind and body were quickly drained, golden ripples spreading from her right hand, swirling into golden vortices across the Void Ferry's membrane.