Though Lu Ban and Shia had been here for over half a day, from the perspective of external time, they might not have experienced even a second.
Within this time anchorage, seven thousand years were but an instant to the outside world.
Fortunately, the Pollution seemed to have temporarily stabilized; the trembling of the earth had subsided considerably, and the ominous red glow at the center of the Island had dimmed somewhat.
"These pollutants can spread through the air. You can feel a grittiness in the wind here; that's because the microorganisms in the air have mutated under the influence of the Pollution's radiation,"
Old Song said, reaching into the void with his hand, but there was nothing in his palm.
He thought for a moment, then took an transparent cover from the storage box of his equipment and placed it over Lu Ban and Shia.
"This will keep you from being contaminated."
He smiled naively.
"Have you succeeded?"