Ashes Of Deep Sea
Chapter 644 - Chapter 644 Chapter 642 Destroying the Sunset

Chapter 644: Chapter 642: Destroying the Sunset Chapter 644: Chapter 642: Destroying the Sunset For Duncan, the “Great Obliteration” had finally ceased to be a completely unknown mystery. Deep within the ancient, massive curtain, the truth at last unveiled a corner to him–the most crucial corner.

It was the “collision” between worlds that had caused the Great Obliteration. The “incompatibility” of different worlds warped the remnants of the collision into the bizarre and perilous Deep Sea Era we see today. The scene lingering in the deepest nightmares of Silantis was a microcosm of that collision.

But it was just a microcosm–the worlds involved in the collision were not limited to just those two.

Duncan could feel that, as he “understood” these truths, some changes were taking place within himself.

Just a moment ago, he even felt as though everything before his eyes dissolved into chaotic, non-existent… colors. In the depths of those colors, he saw the essence of the world, saw them all as faltering starlight, each cluster of light composed of abstract descriptive information;

He also saw that everything was at a slow collapse’s tipping point, their contradicting natures causing them to continuously crumble and re-form in the depths of information. He felt as though he understood the entire world’s true face and had almost found the “sole solution” to all contradictions and imbalances…

But that was only for a moment.

He seemed to be missing something, missing a most critical “parameter.”

Duncan’s reason returned to reality; he blinked and felt as if myriad voices were thundering in his mind. Then, as those thunderings gradually faded, he slowly regained his ability to think.

He had understood the nature of the Great Obliteration, understood how the current Deep Sea Era had formed… But what was that missing “key parameter”? If he had comprehended the truth of the world, what was it that he still did not understand?

Impressions from seeing the world’s true face moments earlier still lingered in Duncan’s mind, driving him to ponder these abstract, challenging questions involuntarily, but soon he forcefully took control of his thoughts and noticed the worried gaze of Lucresia.

Now was not the time to continue pondering those questions.

“It’s nothing, just suddenly understood some things,” he said, waving his hand, then turned his head, focusing his gaze beyond the ship’s railing.

The Homeloss was sailing across the surface of the light curtain, made up of false sunlight. The Spectral Flame blazed, rapidly spreading across and consuming the curtain, corroding and melting through the seemingly strong barrier, while the clashing forces lifted storm after storm of light and flame in the distance.

But it seemed it would still take some time to completely melt through this “light wall.”

Unless… the barrier itself suddenly developed a “weak point”…

Below the curtain of light and sea of fire, on that nameless world covered by yellow sand, another desert storm was shaping up. Deep within the storm, another great flash burst forth.

The winds sweeping through the entire desert scattered again, and the chaotic air currents shattered the storm’s curtain, sending dust swirling down to the ground.

And within the gradually thinning dust haze, a “sunlight” with an increasingly dimming glow was slowly emerging, floating above the overflowing and surging lake of magma, its surface flickering and pulsing to the naked eye.

A light breeze picked up, gathering ashes, slowly reshaping.

“What the hell are you?!?!” The chaotic, screeching roar sounded out once more, humanly incomprehensible language mixed in with the fearsome noise. Underneath the sham corona, the innumerable eyes of the Scions of the Sun trembled violently, fixated on the figure emerging from the ashes.

Now there was an emotion, human-like, in its roar. It was anger.

Fenna slowly raised her giant sword, her gaze serenely fixed on the “sun” that had fallen to the ground ahead, slowly speaking, “After all, just an offshoot of some ancient god, not so strong.”

The Scions of the Sun paid her no heed, instead, continuing to repeat, “What the hell are you?!”

Fenna finally lowered her head, glancing at her own body.

The last wisp of ash was gradually returning to her body, pulled by the Spectral Flame. She could feel her senses reviving from numbness, blood reappearing and starting to circulate, a heart–an organ similar to that of a human–had resumed beating within her chest.

She could even feel the process of the heart’s reshaping.

“Merely a pile of ash,” she said softly as she stepped forward.

“Ash? No… You are not some ash!” The hoarse, low tremble of the Scions of the Sun came from afar, “Subspace… you carry the scent of subspace, you are a Subspace Shadow that has leaked into the real world–what the hell are you?!”

Fenna suddenly stopped.

A trace of astonishment appeared in her eyes, followed by thought, and then, as if she vaguely understood something, she spoke in contemplation, “You’re saying, I am a Subspace Shadow?”

The Scion of the Sun did not answer her question, but instead emitted an unsettling, low and chaotic noise. Flames and light gathered again, repairing and reshaping the “corona” on its surface.

Fenna, however, was not concerned. She did not expect to get all the answers from the mouth of this blasphemous being, or rather, she had already found her own answers.

Yes, by definition, she was indeed a Subspace Shadow–the power of Subspace had reshaped the pile of ashes from over a decade ago into “Fenna,” and in that process of reshaping, she had essentially already become a Subspace creation.

Therefore, an “entity returning from Subspace” should look like her.

“So… the captain is another kind of existence…”

Fenna murmured softly to herself and then, as if she sensed something, she lifted her head and watched in silence the “sun” that rose over the distant lands.

The Scion of the Sun sensed her gaze, and from this watchfulness felt a disquieting implication. Its surface swelled and wriggled, emitting a low tremor, as if it was threatening, or perhaps warning.

But Fenna just laughed, paying no mind to the heat wave that started to surge around her again, nor the lethal “sunlight” that was gradually gathering on the Scion of the Sun.

“You, too, know fear,” she exhaled softly, speaking with a smile.

Then, the sky ignited.

A sea of fire, undulating like the ocean and churning like a storm, suddenly appeared and almost instantly covered one-third of the sky. The flames momentarily dispersed the clouds and mist between the two worlds and began to gradually sink and indent towards the land below.

A massive shadow emerged from the center of the sea of fire, seeming as if it would pierce through the heavens, and as the mammoth shadow continued to descend, pale golden “sunlight” fleetingly appeared around the edges of the fire sea, as if trying to rebuild the barrier to block this “invasion.” But in the next second, those lights shattered like glass–with the sound of illusory shattering, the mighty Ghost Ship, wrapped in flames, finally descended from the sky.

The Scion of the Sun let out a series of chaotic roars. It was shocked to find that the barrier it had carefully constructed had been melted through by an outside force at some unknown time. Even the flames on the barrier no longer obeyed its commands and then, its “gaze” was drawn to the colossal ship descending from the sky.

Its “shell” of fire and light opened, and the tendrils piled up inside the shell involuntarily stretched and unfolded in the sunlight. Eyes unlike those of humans turned to behold the silhouette of the Homeloss, gazing at the ball of fire, gazing at the figure within that fire.

The truth had arrived.

A voice came from the heavens: “You see me.”

And so, the flames on the Scion of the Sun’s shell were suddenly tinged with an eerie green–the eerie green fire, like a living thing, began to spread over the entire body of this ancient god creature and promptly ignited and transformed it from the inside out.

Yet, it was not instantly reduced to ashes–amid the rapid burning of the Spectral Flame, it struggled to drift up from the ground and then dashed forcefully towards the sky.

At almost the same moment, the bow of the Homeloss ejected a bright stream of flame.

It was a golden arc of fierce flame–the stream erupted from the bow of the Ghost Ship towards the heavens, unhesitatingly pursuing the Scion of the Sun trailing a long tail of flames, like a falling meteor, and pierced it in the blink of an eye.

However, the “fireball” was not yet dead. It just paused briefly before struggling to continue its flight to the sky.

It was about to escape this world.

But as the fireball was about to turn into a mere shadow at the edge of the sky, a massive phantasm suddenly appeared in its path of escape.

It was a pitch-black billy goat.

He was mountainously huge, floating at the edge of the sky like a dark cloud, with illusory lightning dancing between His horns, and His eyes reflecting a deep green firelight. His form, gathered from the flowing Spiritual Flames in the heavens, was chaotic and undefined–He dipped His head slightly toward the Homeloss in silent acknowledgment and then turned His gaze to the fireball trying to flee.

The billy goat took a few steps back among the clouds, and then with His head lowered, surged forward rapidly–the sea of fire gathered behind Him, and a path of flames spread beneath His feet. He ran along this fiery path, like a pitch-black meteor plummeting from the clouds, accelerating to a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and then collided fiercely with the accelerating fireball rising in the sky.

The massive explosion and impact shattered the last remaining clouds between the two worlds, even shattering distant mountains and a part of the already crumbling earth. The rising fireball fragmented into pieces during this collision, with the large and small fragments turning into dust in an instant beneath the burn of the green flames, and a glistening “core” fell from the sky but was halfway consumed by a Spiritual Flame that emerged from nowhere, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The Black Goat walked out of the firestorm created by the explosion, descending from the clouds at the edge of the heavens towards the earth, alongside the Homeloss, landing before Fenna.