Deep Sea Embers

The flames rose.

As if a mountain-like spring of fire spewed out from the darkness, the last remains of the World Tree instantly turned into ashes and phantoms in the fire, and then the fire meandered and flowed, turning into an endless expanse in the dark and chaotic space. The sea of ​​fire - the sea of ​​fire erodes the last boundary of the nameless man's dream, and returns everything to its "correct position" in the real dimension.

The boundless sea appeared, and the boundless sea water raised fine waves in the undulations of the flames. The sky appeared, dispelling the darkness above the flames, and gradually became brighter. The city-state appeared, and it shaped a solid entity in the upwelling of the flames, and then Gradually light up each lamp as the flame fades.

The whole world seemed to "rise" from the darkness, gradually emerged from the sea of ​​fire, and merged with the real dimension again. Duncan stood on the bow of the Lost Home and watched all this. For some reason, he suddenly recalled the ancient elves. The legend of Saslokar - In Saslokar's original dream, everything on earth was shaped out of dark chaos.

The scene in front of me was like the legendary "Creation" happening again.

And at the end of Creation, the sun appeared on the vast blue sea.

The flames gradually subsided at some point. The early morning sunlight was spreading from a very far distance, covering the boundless sea with beauty and magnificence, as well as the breeze port that was gradually waking up in the morning. The nightmare faded away, and everything that had been swallowed up by the nightmare Everything will return to the real world when the sun rises - and those things that once briefly reappeared in the dream have now come back to their original state.

The huge black billy goat stepped on the waves and arrived at the side of the Lost Home in just one step. The ancient god who was once regarded as the "Creator" lowered his head slightly and pressed his sharp horns against the towering mast.

A little green flame jumped at the end of its sharp horn, returning to the Lost Home.

"I return the fire, Captain."

"Actually, it's okay for me to take action," Duncan looked at the black goat, "You don't have to..."

"But it's most appropriate for me to do this myself," Black Goat shook his head, "I created her a long, long time ago, and now it's up to me to send her on her last journey."

Duncan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"...There is no need to regret this," Black Goat said again, "This is something that is destined to happen. In a sense, this has even happened a long time ago - before the start of the Deep Sea Age, Sirandis had It no longer exists. What appears in the nightmare is just an out-of-control shadow. Allowing that shadow to grow would be the greatest insult to her. And..."

He stopped suddenly, and Duncan was a little curious: "And?"

The black goat seemed to have a smile: "And... you have taken her away, haven't you?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He immediately understood the meaning of Sasloka's words, which surprised him: "It seems that you have noticed something."

"It's not very clear, but I can vaguely feel it," the Black Goat said slowly. His eyes reflected the green flames rising from the deck of the Lost Home. Not long ago, he was briefly gifted with that flame. And felt a hint of Duncan's true power from the flames, "Your flames brought Sirandis to a 'place' that I can't understand. I don't know where it is, but my intuition tells me that that place is good and suitable." Let my little sapling have a good sleep."

The sun gradually became brighter, and the brilliant double rune rings of Vision 001 were gradually rising above the sea level. The early morning sunlight shone on the body of the black goat, giving the huge body a crystal-like translucent illusory texture.

"The dream is over, it's time to return to work." Black Goat raised his head and glanced at Vision 001 in the distance, with emotion in his tone, "They really built something incredible..."

The next second, the body of the black goat burst quietly in the morning glow, like a soap bubble that was popped in the sun, dissipating silently in the wind.

Duncan stood on the deck in a daze for a while, then turned around and glanced at Rune, who was standing not far away - the old elf's body had returned to normal. He was slightly bent over and stood in the glow, his expression showing. I was still a little confused when I went up.

"I thought you would come over to say hello to Saslokar," Duncan said casually. "This is our legendary creator, and you may be the last elf to see his mythical form - I don't have it." So much energy keeps Him returning to mythical form.”

Lu En finally woke up from his daze. He glanced at Duncan dully, and after a moment, he suddenly clapped his hands in annoyance: "Hey! I didn't react just now!"

Duncan: "..."

After being stunned for two seconds, the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's not a big problem, you can still communicate with Him, but for future communication, you can only go to the captain's cabin to chat with my first mate, the goat head."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the "Pope's" sudden subtle expression, waved his hand and walked toward the deck.

Nina was already running towards this side happily: "Uncle Duncan!"

Duncan raised his hand to catch the "little sun" that jumped out of the air, then raised his head and looked at the other people who were also walking this way.

"Qingfeng Port seems to have recovered," Vanna came to him and raised her finger to point to the city-state not far away that was bathing in the sun, "I just don't know what the current situation in the city is like."

"I will check the situation in the city after we dock," Lucretia said. "Theoretically, according to the rules of the previous Dream of the Nameless One, everything will be restored after the dream ends, but the scale of this incident is too great. , there will probably be some 'sequelae' left behind."

Morris also walked over, and his eyes fell in another direction - the "Church Ship" that looked like a small city-state was sailing from the waves, and its target was obviously the Homeless Ship that was staying on the sea.

"The Academy Ark is approaching," Morris said. "It seems that it wants to communicate with us."

"Normally, their 'Pope' is still on our ship," Duncan said, raising his finger and pointing at Lu En, who was walking towards the captain's cabin. "Just in time, you should also go say hello to your mentor. You should have many years of experience. We have never met in real life.”

Morris nodded and walked towards the captain's cabin.

Duncan turned to look at Vanna and asked a little worriedly: "Are you okay? Don't you need to go back to the room to have a good rest?"

He still clearly remembered that when he first brought this beautiful warrior back to the ship, she had exhausted all her strength and had difficulty even walking. But now she seemed to be alive and well.

Fanna also lowered her head and looked at her body. She jumped twice on the spot, moved her hands and feet back and forth, and then patted her chest with a proud smile on her face: "I'm fine, I just took a rest." , now the physical strength has fully recovered."

The corner of Duncan's mouth trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. Instead, Shirley next to him muttered and sighed: "MD, the sports student is really awesome... let the sun burn him to death twenty-seven times, sitting on the deck After settling for a while, he recovered..."

"It's twenty-eight times," Fanna immediately corrected with a serious face, "I was a little confused just now, so I missed one count when I told you."

Duncan: "...?"

He watched silently as Fanna and Shirley walked away while chatting about "is it twenty-seven times or twenty-eight times?" After a long time, he smiled and shook his head.

"so good."

He heard Alice whispering not far away.

Duncan turned around and saw Miss Doll sitting on a large wooden barrel on the edge of the deck - she faced the direction of the sunlight, raised her head and squinted her eyes, letting the sunlight fill her face, with her legs on the barrel The edges swayed slightly, and the body swayed slightly.

"It's so good..." She sighed softly again.

"What's so good?" Duncan walked over and asked suddenly beside the doll.

Alice said "Ah" and almost fell off the barrel on the spot. She felt relieved after noticing that it was Duncan. She grabbed the latter's arm and used her strength to sit up again: "Are you scared?" I jumped."

Duncan smiled and reached out to press Miss Doll's hair: "What are you sighing about?"

"The normal appearance is so good," Alice thought for a moment and pointed in the direction of the city. "There were no fires or strange trees. Everything looked familiar to me. The ship returned to the calm sea and there was no need to fly. High above the strange and scary forest...I can scrub the deck and go back to the kitchen to cook as usual."

Speaking of this, Miss Doll seemed to suddenly remember something, and immediately jumped off the barrel, running away and waving her hands to Duncan without looking back: "The sun has risen! I'm going to make breakfast!" Captain, please wait!"

Duncan watched in astonishment and amusement as the Gothic doll ran across the deck in such a hurry, and watched as she was tripped by a cable that suddenly appeared in the middle, and bumped into Shirley and Agou, making a fuss. There was a commotion, and Fanna hurriedly ran to look for the doll's head that had rolled to nowhere...

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Lost Home returned to its former "vibrant" appearance.

After a long time, Duncan smiled and shook his head. After retracting his gaze, he glanced at the big wooden barrel where Alice was sitting just now. He raised his foot and kicked the edge of the barrel: "Don't you also think it's good to return to daily life like this? ?”

The barrel shook in place, and the lid suddenly popped open.

Inside was a bucket full of wave amulets.

Being used as a container for stacking amulets by the sports students, as a chair by the dolls, and as a table where Agou does his homework and a target for Shirley to scribble at any time, the bucket does not seem very happy.

Duncan's expression was a little subtle, and he raised his hand to silently put the lid of the barrel back on.

Then he also sat on the barrel, quietly looking at the sunshine in the distance.

The world is at peace again, temporarily - but it's nice.