The clouds were just cool enough to quench the need to enjoy the stressful flying over the Void Ocean.
For those that flew just below the cloud layer, they were all weighed down by the dark conflict ahead.
So many had died or were now too weak to help so the few billion currently in flight brought home how desperate the situation had become. Many focused on honing their skills, cultivating to reach the peak of power they could, or just teaching others how to coordinate attacks and defense for the fight to come.
The grim and dreary atmosphere was pervasive in some regards yet one being never heard of it.
The golden furred True Lord Monkey King Sun was laughing as he made shapes in the clouds. He used his powerful staff artifact like it was a toy and his followers cheered on his antics.
Some felt he was not taking things seriously enough but were wise enough to see the tension drain from those that looked on.
