Deep Sea Embers

Morris sat on the first floor of the antique shop, waiting the passage of time with utter nervousness.

It was still pouring rain outside the window, and the cold wind was whistling. The sound of wind and rain was resisted and weakened by the doors and windows, and then turned into a more disturbing and weird whistling, like waves hitting an isolated island in a storm, coming from all directions over and over again. And outside the window not far away, the scenery across the street can no longer be seen clearly.

Nina and Shirley also came to the first floor. The two girls ran to the window, watched the wind and rain outside nervously, and whispered something from time to time.

The mysterious lady named "Alice" didn't seem to be in such a tense mood at all. She was also looking out the window, but there was only curiosity and joy in her eyes, a kind of joy that Morris couldn't understand.

"The scenery in the city-state is really interesting," Alice said suddenly, amidst the sound of wind and rain, her sudden voice was inexplicably magnetic and penetrating, "but I see that you all seem to be nervous... Is it scary?"

"Miss Alice, are you not afraid?" Nina turned her head and asked curiously when she heard the movement here.

"Don't be afraid, it's very interesting," Alice smiled, shaking her head slightly reservedly, "and Mr. Duncan will solve all problems."

"Miss Alice, do you know what happened?" Nina bit her lips and asked boldly. She looked into Alice's eyes, looked at this uncle who didn't know when she met her, and looked at him. The beautiful lady who has a good relationship with her uncle, but she has never met before, "You seem to... trust Uncle Duncan?"

"I trust him a lot," Alice said naturally, "I don't know what happened, anyway, Mr. Duncan will solve it in the end."

Her overly frank and straightforward attitude made Nina speechless for a while, not knowing how to continue the topic, but at this moment, a particularly loud thunder exploded outside the window, and the sudden loud noise scared everyone A jump also interrupted the conversation in the store.

Shirley and Nina subconsciously covered their ears and shrunk their necks, but Morris seemed to feel something after a short moment of astonishment, and suddenly looked up and looked out the window.

"Fanna is back..."

The old man muttered to himself, and then repeated it again, this time raising his voice: "Vanna is back!"

"You mean that judge?" Shirley turned her head in surprise when she heard Morris suddenly yelling, "What happened to that judge? Why didn't he come back?"

Morris ignored Shirley, because he didn't know how to explain this question. He just breathed a long sigh of relief suddenly. Even though the memories that were chaotic and split in his mind were suddenly integrated out of thin air, he seemed to be in this storm. Seeing a ray of sunshine that day, the whole person settled down.

The old man reached out and picked up the teacup next to him.

At this moment, he even felt that even this hard-to-drink cup of tea became better...a little bit better.

……

The green wall of fire faded away, and the dark underground sanctuary returned to its previous appearance, leaving only the last cluster of flames quietly floating beside Duncan, allowing him to see clearly the dark place.

Fanna has already left "this side", and now she has reached the other side of the curtain. …

She is like a striking beacon, clearly outlining the trajectory through the curtain for Duncan, and Duncan can feel how she left here - and can also confirm that his ideas have been established.

He exhaled lightly, and looked up at the last place where Fan Na was just now.

"...One thing to say, that jump is really scary."

He muttered softly, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the underground sanctuary, and came near the closed door.

The gate had been closed again, and a body full of scars was leaning against the gate and sitting on the ground. She pressed her body tightly against the gate, holding a long sword tightly in her hand, and there were sword marks and blood all over her side.

Among the criss-crossing sword marks, the number "1885" engraved by the nun with her last strength is faintly discernible.

Reincarnation is as usual, and the cycle repeats.

History has been solidified here, and Fan Na's intervention did not prevent the cycle of locked time and space from continuing. Although she is indeed very powerful, she has no ability to interfere with the operation of time and space.

Duncan stood quietly beside the nun for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, and at this moment, the nun's body suddenly moved, she slowly raised her head, opened her weak eyes, curious He stared at the uninvited guest in front of him in confusion.

"...Oh, it's the same as my previous judgment, you were not dead at the moment you pushed against the gate." Duncan met the nun's gaze with a calm tone, "Is there anything you want to say?"

"...I had a brief dream that a battle sister appeared here, and she tried to put me to rest in this cycle, but she failed," the nun said softly, "...she really came ,Is it right?"

"She's done her best, but that's not what she's good at—now she's back on the battlefield," Duncan said, bending down, and resting his hand lightly on the blade of the nun's longsword, a tiny green spark Jumping at his fingertips, swimming on the edge of the long sword like water, "I'll take over the rest."

"...Are you also the guardian of the city-state?" The nun seemed to have no strength to open her eyes completely. She lowered her eyelids and murmured softly as if half asleep, "I haven't seen you..."

"I'm not," Duncan shook his head lightly, "but I can be for the time being."

But the nun seemed unable to hear his voice, her eyelids were completely closed, as if she was slowly stepping into a dream, at the last moment before this eternal sleep fell, her lips moved and whispered softly: "...please witness……"

"I have witnessed it."

The dark green flame rose into the air, and as Duncan's voice fell, it suddenly swept everything in his sight. The nun, her long sword, and the surrounding blood were all turned into fly ash in the flames, and in his sight Under the conscious control of the body, all the supernatural powers here were completely stripped away in this burning.

The flames burnt out, not only burned up a body, but also burned up the locked cycle of time and space. In the dark underground sanctuary, only a small spark was left dancing on the ground, swimming like a trickle in the sword marks, And burned the string of numbers "1885" before disappearing at the end.

Duncan waited until all this was over, then shook his head slightly and sighed, then stepped forward and opened the door leading to the upper structure of the chapel. …

For the first time since 1885, the door has been opened from inside the crypt.

Duncan climbed up the steps, walked through the long stairs, and came to the above-ground part of the chapel. He walked through the collapsed main hall, through the rows of abandoned benches and the ashes all over the floor, towards the outside walk down the street.

The dark green flame emerged like a phantom, gathered in the air around him, and spread and burned with his footsteps, and the spirit body fire that had been spreading inside the curtain before sensed the approach of the master, They all resonated, gathered, and began to burn blazingly in this small church.

When Duncan walked out of the gate and looked back at the chapel, the whole building was already shrouded in a rainbow-like spiritual fire.

And farther away from the line of sight, in every corner of the block, in the adjacent blocks, and even at the end of the city-state, clusters of spiritual body fires are constantly jumping, spreading, igniting, and turning into a big fire. Large and small torches, and gradually stretched into pieces.

It was the fire of the spirit body that suddenly turned into "activation" after sensing Duncan's appearance inside the curtain.

Unknowingly, they have spread to such a wide range.

And while these flames were burning, Duncan also felt that something was waking up in this city-state - one after another roared, the ashes and smoke in the streets and alleys were wriggling, and the crimson flames rose from everywhere, looking menacing .

Duncan raised his head and looked towards a certain direction deep in the city-state: "I'm only getting nervous now, maybe it's a bit late."

……

On the Lost Country, Duncan pushed open the door of the captain's dormitory. He strode to the nautical table, put his hands on the table and looked at the chart, and said in a low voice, "How far is it from the city-state?"

"Oh, great captain, there are less than two days left," the hospitable voice of the goat's head came immediately, "Theoretically, we may now bump into merchant ships or naval patrols that are doing business between city-state routes." Ship..."

Duncan listened to Goat's Head chattering without interrupting, just thinking about something silently, then suddenly got up and left the nautical table, pushed open the door of the captain's cabin and walked out.

Goat's head's surprised voice came from behind: "Ah, what are you going to do, Captain?"

Duncan had already strode out of the captain's cabin. He crossed the poop deck, walked up the stairs, and came to the platform above the captain's cabin. He replied casually in his mind: "Next, I will take the helm myself."

"...Yes! Captain!"

The goat's head made a loud response, and in the next second, Duncan felt the entire hull of the Lost Homeland tremble slightly. In his perception, the ship seemed to suddenly become "active", and every living part They all seem to be refreshed.

And when he held the steering wheel, the ship that had already been prepared immediately entered its best state—the translucent sail of the spirit body was further bulged, the tight cables trembled in the air, and the hull was beaten by the waves. There was a deep murmur from the impact, and the sea surface around the whole ship seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and the layers of waves seemed to push the ship forward in waves!

The speed of the Homeless number suddenly accelerated.

Feeling that the distance between himself and the body in the antique shop was getting closer, Duncan exhaled lightly.

But suddenly, an inexplicable feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart.

It is a subtle perception that is perceived far away and regarded as a "target".

It was as if at the moment he was at the helm, something suddenly sensed the existence of this ship and was heading straight for it.

Duncan frowned, and looked towards the direction from which the subtle perception came, and at almost the same moment, he heard the voice of the goat's head resounding in his mind:

"Captain, the Seamist has appeared near us."