Lucas parted the dark red water as he completed a flip. He abruptly tightened his muscles and shook the rest of his momentum away, making the water explode at his back. His golden eyes remained locked on the direction he came from, but he frowned suddenly.
He raised his gaze upward, because the still water that had been a hundred meters thick membrane for the small red world was not so still anymore. It was shaking, and not just from his forceful passage, nor just from the cataclysm in the small world.
But it was too much of a coincidence for it to suffer from disturbances that appeared outside at the same time as the small red world seemed about to be destroyed. Lucas' eyes flashed. The small red world might really be the core of the brown giant as he had suspected.
