Ashes Of Deep Sea
Chapter 745 - Chapter 745 Chapter 742 Revelation

Chapter 745: Chapter 742 “Revelation Chapter 745: Chapter 742 “Revelation The sun moved slowly, at a speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, plunging extremely slowly below the horizon–its brilliant golden-red glow spilled over the Endless Sea, and this magnificent yet eerie prolonged dusk continued to persist.

For the first time in history, twilight had become something to fear–as more and more people realized that what would follow this sluggish sunset was a night whose duration was unknown and potentially terrifying.

Dante Wayne stood on the balcony outside the city hall office, his brows deeply furrowed as he looked at the streets filled with twilight glow. The layered rooftops of the Upper City District of Prand shimmered enticingly in the sunset, a scene that used to fill him with pride as Governor, but as the day waned, that pride was slowly turning into heavy pressure.

But he knew that, compared to the other “ordinary” and “normal” City-States, Prand was already in a very good situation.

The “Ghost Ship Captain” had left a flame that granted this city the safest night over the Endless Sea. Even when the sun set, it was unlikely that there would be a widespread Transcendent invasion. The pressures that the eternal night brought to the city were thorny but at least didn’t involve those non-human entities that thrived in darkness–his concerns were merely the City-State’s law and order, resident’s lives, resource reserves, and production adjustments during the long night.

But elsewhere, things were not so simple.

In the northern Cold Harbor, municipal departments had declared a state of emergency, with law enforcement and guardian troops scrambling to repair Shelters and stockpile holy oil; in Moco, the Academy of Truth had activated all the steam walkers stored in the church armory, and placed them at various gas stations, pump houses, and steam hubs; in the southwestern waters, several City-States had issued new “Nightfall Bans,” residents of outer districts would be temporarily Transitioned to the nearest church sanctuary zones, inner districts would be locked down, and massive bonfires would be lit at sunset, continuing until the end of the night…

All reserves were being counted and mobilized; within seventy-two hours before the sunset, every City-State was gathering strength to face the coming night.

If it indeed would end.

Footsteps came from behind, and a government affairs officer entered the office. After he saw Dante Wayne on the balcony through the ajar sliding door, the young official gave a light cough, “Ahem, Governor, the heads of the steam hub, power plant, and mining facilities are waiting for you in the meeting room. Would you like to…”

Dante nodded and gestured lightly, “I know, go ahead without me. I’ll just be a few minutes.”

The footsteps receded from the room, and Dante exhaled softly, adjusting the too-tight expression on his face while organizing his thoughts.

He turned away, crossed his large, curved office desk, and reached for a document.

His eyes lingered on a picture frame at the edge of the desk.

Within the frame were two figures standing together. One was a young him, and next to him was a silver-haired girl with a tall figure and a faint smile on her face, standing beside a flowerbed with bright sunlight behind them.

This was the only photo of the busy Dante Wayne and the early-enrolled Fenna at the church school–a serene afternoon they seemed to never have again after this picture.

“I wonder how Fenna is doing now…”

Memories surfaced in Dante’s mind. He yearned for the warm sunlight dissolving into his memory and then moved past the picture frame to the document he was looking for–he tucked it under his arm and hastened to the office door.

Fenna woke from a series of chaotic, bizarre dreams, with the soft sound of waves still echoing in her ears, the crash of the waves against the hull undulating outside the porthole, calming her slightly unsettled mood.

She could no longer remember the specifics of her dreams, only that those suddenly twisted, torn entities had cast an indelible shadow in her eyes. The memories from the dreamscape faded, leaving only a sense of loneliness, desolation, and despair that seemed to clothe her mind for a long time, still sending a chill through her.

Fenna sat up in her bed and looked toward the nearby window, where the sunset’s glow still lingered over the sea–Homeloss had somehow left the state of the Spirit Realm and was now sailing in the reality of the great sea. In the distance, she could see the silhouette of the Brilliant Starship. The strangely-shaped “Magic battleship” was cutting through the waves alongside Homeloss, sailing at full speed.

As for the Tidal, Rest, and Never Rest, those few church warships, they had already departed. Once the fleet left the border curtain, Homeloss and Brilliant Starship bid farewell to the church’s vessels, each going about their own business.

Fenna sighed softly and took a few deep breaths. The slightly salty air drifted into her nostrils, and the gentle, layered sound of the waves still resonated in her mind.

Suddenly, she furrowed her brow as if sensing something and quickly turned to look at a corner of the room.

The gentle sea water surged up in the cabin, surrounding her without her knowing when it had begun. The illusory sound of the waves echoed in her ears, and in the instant that Fenna turned her head, the water that had gently risen seemed to have suddenly expanded countless times–along with that, the entire room also expanded immeasurably.

At the end of the room, which had suddenly become indistinct between reality and illusion, Fenna saw a towering shadow, some gigantic … creature structure, emerging at the end of the slowly undulating waves.

And a part of that creature structure extended towards her, coalescing above the sea into a figure–clothed in a long dress black as the ocean’s abyss, her face veiled and her true appearance concealed.

She gazed at Fenna, her eyes with peculiar diamond-shaped pupils seeming to brim with innumerable thoughts and emotions that were difficult to convey directly, and in that gaze, Fenna suddenly felt an indescribable warmth and… touch.

She reacted in an instant, tensing up as she bowed deeply, “My… Lord…”

“Our time is running short, child,” the figure spoke softly, accompanied by a cacophony that could tear an ordinary person’s mind and drive them to madness. Her thoughts echoed within Fenna’s mind, “…Our connection to the mortal realm, there will be one final reinforcement…”

An irresistible dizziness surged from the depths of her heart, and Fenna instantly realized she was being corrupted–corrupted by the goddess she devoutly believed in. Her voice, her thoughts, the visions she conveyed to Fenna, all were filled with chaos like never before!

Yet Fenna still forcibly stabilized her own mind. At the edges of her vision, she saw a wisp of soft, pale green flame burning and ascending, bringing stabilty back to her mind.

“…What do you need me to do?” she asked, cautiously avoiding looking directly at the massive apparition behind the Storm Goddess while trying hard to maintain clarity, “What can I do?”

“…Gather those crumbling stars… let them protect you all once more… go tell the Usurping Flame, we need to… talk with him… we will find…”

The layers of wave sounds gradually morphed into a piercing screech unbearable to the ears. The tenderly surging water seemed to be emitting a foul stench; a bone-deep coldness slowly flooded her entire body. Fenna struggled to discern the last sentence amidst the noise echoing around her. Her head was splitting with pain, and she had no energy left to contemplate the meaning of those words–as her vision grew increasingly blurry, she saw the distant seawater and the colossal apparition silently crumbling apart.

“Did you see Gomona’s revelation?” Duncan asked, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at Fenna, who had suddenly rushed into the captain’s cabin. He then noticed her terrible state and immediately rose to support her arm, “Sit here first, catch your breath, and take it slow.”

“Thank you… Captain,” Fenna was almost forcefully pushed down into the chair by Duncan. The residual pain and dizziness in her head made it difficult for her to think, but fortunately, this condition rapidly improved after seeing the captain, which helped her regain a smooth train of thought, “I saw Her phantom directly, and I heard Her voice… The goddess is not in good shape, those noises… felt like I was facing those dark, alien gods.”

She took a few breaths, then laid out everything she had just experienced.

Upon hearing Fenna’s report, Duncan furrowed his brows, his expression growing solemn.

“Go collect those crumbling stars…” he murmured, his mind unintentionally recalling the “advice” he heard from a tentacle that extended from The Saint in the depths of Alice’s Mansion’s courtyard–

“Preserve the fallen Y=#&** fragments, if all else fails, use them to extend the lifespan of each node city as much as possible, maintain survival, survival is the first directive.”

Clearly, Fenna had quickly thought of this as well.

“…Are those the ‘light-emitting body fragments’ that fell from the sun’s Rune Circle that the goddess referred to?” she lifted her head, looking into Duncan’s eyes, “Does She mean that those light-emitting bodies can protect the City-State in the days to come?”

“Judging from the experience of Light Breeze Harbor, although the power of those light-emitting bodies is not as great as the sun itself, they can still shield the Creation of the World and soothe the night within a certain range,” Duncan slowly nodded, “Now with the second piece of light-emitting body fragment fallen in Frost, and with the revelation you have just received, all this is not difficult to associate.”

As he spoke, he looked up outside the window.

The slow sunset still floated over the distant sea, and the broken Rune Circle cast a magnificent interplay of light and shadow on the ocean.

Gomona’s revelation given to Fenna was not hard to understand, what was truly disquieting was the other implication of the revelation.

“…And this is only the beginning,” he said softly, “It looks like the disintegration of the sun will accelerate, and the real large-scale collapse and falling… are yet to come.”

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