As he watched the Golden Dragon Mother's figure disappear from his field of vision, Muria's gaze was drawn to the basin that had been bombarded into craters. This area was already practically destroyed, and it wouldn't recover under normal circumstances without decades of regeneration.
However, Muria wasn't concerned about this place; it was a barren wasteland that he had intentionally chosen. The only thing of value was the sparse vegetation growing there.
What Muria was really concerned about were the void battleships that had fallen into the craters. At this moment, most of the battleships were still and silent. Only a few dragons and giants had managed to crawl out of a handful of battleships.
"Terence!" Muria approached the largest crater where a massive ship, five thousand meters long, lay. It was the flagship of the Void Fleet, the Hydra Light Battleship.