Above The Sky
Chapter 337 - 337 312 Towards the Future Labyrinth Plot Concludes 23

337: Chapter 312 Towards the Future (Labyrinth Plot Concludes, 2/3) 337: Chapter 312 Towards the Future (Labyrinth Plot Concludes, 2/3) “Captain, Jekal’s leg bone was bitten through by a sawtooth fish.

The broken fangs and bone fragments are lodged in the wound…”

“Captain, the temperature is dropping rapidly.

We must start a fire immediately…

but the only fuel we have left are the planks from the ship we sailed here on…”

“Captain, there’s something off about this place.

Why are there strange hieroglyphs and murals of the Natives all around us?!”

“Could it be…

could it be that we’ve stumbled into a sacrificial site of the Natives?!”

Dimly, such voices could be heard, along with the sight of figures fading away.

Ian stood motionless for a moment, then shook his head, snapping out of the illusion.

He slowly stood up, turned to his companions with calm and said, “If nothing is amiss, this skeleton before us should be my father.”

“Fourteen years ago, during the first great storm at South Ridge, was when I was born.

At the same time, the sea guard of Harrison Port was engulfed by a fearsome tempest.

Few remains of their ships were ever seen, and it was during that storm my father, captain of the guard, was lost.”

The youth spoke succinctly, but everyone present had already grasped the origins of the skeletons before them.

“The great storm was an anomaly of the relics…

Just like us, they were drawn into the anomaly of the relics at that time and ended up here.”

Yisen Gard murmured softly to himself, “We were just sucked into the interior of the relic, but they were caught at its entrance—however, because of the storm, they could neither leave nor enter, trapped by the relic’s gates…”

“Yes,” Ian replied faintly, his tone serene, “they did not die immediately during the great storm.

They were just trapped here.

Sadly, no one was saved, no one escaped from this.”

He wasn’t quite sure of his own emotions at the moment…

After all, Ian was an ‘Awakened Wisdom,’ one who had awakened ancestral memories.

By the time he had awakened his wisdom from the past, his parents in this life were already deceased.

To be frank, Ian truly was grateful to his parents in this life, who had enabled his birth and devoted themselves to raising him…

allowing him to awaken memories and deal with the troublesome uncle.

If not for his parents’ good relationships, and his mother’s hard work and nurturing, he might not have lived to grow up.

“May the departed rest in peace.” Bishop White Mist stepped forward solemnly and saluted the pile of bones.

He turned to Ian and said, “I knew them—Ernesto, Jekal, Davian, Saul, Meng Ironbone…”

The elder recited each of the names belonging to the skeletons, not lying in the slightest—he truly knew each one, even as rotting bones: “It seems they ultimately fell to mutiny, with only Ernesto, your father, surviving, but mercifully, there was no cannibalism.”

“Ernesto gathered the bones of the others and eventually met his own death.

Until the very end, he upheld the dignity of Humans.”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to purify them and return their remains to the church cemetery in Harrison Port for burial.”

Ian naturally saw no reason to refuse, nor did he have any ground to do so.

He was merely the relative of one set of bones.

The remains of the others, regardless of why they had turned on each other, should be returned to Harrison Port so their own kin could lay them to rest.

Thus, he watched as Bishop White Mist emitted bursts of pure Life Essence, enveloping all the skeletons like a white mist.

And in that moment, the youth once again saw and heard the echoes of voices from fourteen years prior and saw those ethereal silhouettes.

“Jekal has died, we’re using ship planks to make fire…

Although we still have sufficient food, there’s no telling how long this storm will last, nor where we are in the Southern Sea…”

“Captain, the situation here is peculiar.

This place seems to be a Holy Ground of the Tenglan Tribe, but it looks like it hasn’t been used for rites in decades…

It’s quite eerie!”

“What’s eerie about it?

Isn’t it simple why they haven’t come to perform Sacrificial Rites?

It’s because the old Viscount crippled them all those years ago…

Embrace Light above, these murals are blasphemous; all they depict are acts of cannibalistic dismemberment.

It was wise of the old Viscount not to negotiate with them.

All of these sacrilegious and impure rituals should be destroyed.”

“Enough, Morin.

This is not the time to think about such things.

Look, there’s a door here, but we can’t open it…

Huh.

What’s this?

A leather-bound book and a blue card?”

Only six had managed to land ashore from the original guard squad; the rest had perished in the great storm.

The terrifying tsunami and hurricane had swept the entire ship away from the sea, and only these individuals had clung to the planks, adrift in the ocean for an interminable length before being sucked into a vortex.

Even though they had survived, the exhaustion and thirst from being adrift wrought anxiety and restlessness upon them all, compounded by a monstrous attack along the way, leaving them with the wounded—a truly dire situation.

And after the first death, the morale of the surviving squad plummeted even further.

Ian saw a member of the White Folks who bore a striking resemblance to himself, puzzledly remove a dust-covered leather book and a deep blue card from a statue.

He read the text inside earnestly and then exhibited a look of astonishment.

Time passed, and as the flames dwindled lower, the light growing ever dimmer, the spirits of the people tightened,