The hands and feet gradually regained consciousness at an unreasonable speed, and the body seemed to have regained perception as well.

Blore was lucky. At this moment, a wave came and pushed Blore directly onto the beach.

Blore's mind gradually woke up from the chaos, and his thoughts turned slowly and laboriously like rusty gears. He began to examine his current predicament.

After slowly sitting up, Blore subconsciously reached out and touched his hair, and felt a strange touch at his fingertips - his hair was actually half wet and half damp.

He couldn't help feeling a little surprised, but then he comforted himself: Maybe it was because he had been unconscious for too long, so his hair had dried up without him noticing.

As his vision gradually cleared, Blore finally saw his surroundings clearly.

It turned out that this was an extremely large cave with a high ceiling and jagged rocks; the ground was rugged and covered with large and small stones and gravel.

Blore struggled to his feet and squinted his eyes as he looked ahead.

The endless sea water looked like a colorful painting, and its color would become slightly deeper with every distance.

It starts out as an elegant snow-blue color, then gradually changes to a deep dusk mountain purple, and then transitions to a rich mountain violet and a mysterious cyan... These colors overlap layer by layer, like a colorful silk ribbon, extending to the distant horizon.

Looking at the strange seascape before him, Blore thought to himself:

Could it be that I was swept into this cave by the surging waves?

However, according to common sense, they should be sitting safely on the spacecraft at this time, heading towards the designated mission location!

Suddenly, Blore felt the memories flooding back into his mind, becoming clearer bit by bit.

However, at this moment, his eyes inadvertently swept towards a cave not far away.

The cave was pitch black and he couldn't see what was hidden inside, but his intuition told him that there must be some important clues or secrets hidden there.

Blore looked around and saw that there was no other way around.

After a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and jumped into the water, which was not particularly cold. He flapped his arms and paddled with his legs, swimming hard in the direction of the cave.

But suddenly, a voice sounded not far away.

"Blore!"