The beam of light shot straight into the pitch-black sky, then scattered down like fireworks.
Against the dark curtain of heaven, emerald, orange-red, purple, and pink glows intertwined, forming ribbons of dream-like fantasy. They danced in the air, morphing into different shapes and colors, like meteors streaking across the sky, like a resplendent curtain hanging down.
It was as if an invisible brush was drawing gorgeous arcs and curves against the night sky, the light slowly filtering through the layers of dark clouds, like a magnificent and tranquil aurora.
With the appearance of this light, the barrier surrounding Crab Island was reinforced.
The several-tens-meters-high crimson waves, surging from where the sea meets the sky, finally diminished as they approached Crab Island. By the time they actually hit the shore, only a few meters of their momentum remained.
Kanihime had said that Crab Island is the only relatively safe place in the Marine Country when the Red Tide comes.
