In the port area, Lister, who was commanding the garrison to resist the attack and keep the port running as much as possible, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the city-state in a daze.

In the city-state, mysterious twisted buildings are emerging from above the normal streets, the earth in the distance is warping and turning upside down, vague thorn-like phantoms cover the mountains, and chaotic light and shadows are descending from the illusion - however, in this terrifying and weird scene, some kind of delicate and pale "dust" suddenly floats down.

The pale dust appeared out of thin air in the sky, and it fluttered down like the first snow in winter. It passed through the overlapping phantoms and distorted blocks, and scattered on the frosty streets bit by bit - weightless, but seemingly endless.

Where the dust was scattered, the city-state, which had originally appeared blurred and chaotic due to the overlapping phantoms, suddenly seemed to become "clearly defined" again. Although it was only for a moment, although it was only a slight change, Lister clearly saw that there was a boundary between those phantoms and the real streets.

But at this moment, he had no time to think about what was going on, or even his fate in the next minute.

The roar of the steam walkers firing and the roar of the coastal defense artillery in the distance brought him back to reality.

"Keep those freaks out of the dock area!" Lister walked through the walkways between the buildings, through the defense lines built by steam walkers and temporary barricades, and shouted to the soldiers and commanders, "Make sure the fuel depots and ammunition channels are smooth! The port must not fall!"

Gun smoke filled the air in all directions, and the air was mixed with the pungent smell of blood, engine oil, and the dirty mud as it dried. A steam walker was destroyed, and immediately the next spider machine rushed out of the bunker to maintain the fragile line of defense.

Inside this line of defense are the scarred dock facilities and teams running between the port buildings.

Liszt came to a high place and looked towards the dock.

When those monsters ran out of the thick fog in large numbers, the port was almost lost. He and his soldiers paid a huge price to clean up the pollution within the port, and built a defense line on the road leading to the interior of the city-state, and have been holding out until now.

According to the latest external communication, this is currently the only Frost port still in operation - ports in other places are either still in a state of fierce competition, or have been lost, or are unable to operate because their key facilities have been severely damaged.

He had to keep it running at all costs - because the sea front was already precarious, and if the only coastal support was lost, the city-state navy would be really finished.

But... with another terrifying and distorted city-state gradually invading reality, can this place really be defended?

Lister turned his head and took a last look at the deformed land that was rising from the city-state, like a swollen abscess. He tried to ignore the fact that it was gradually spreading towards the port. He turned around, left the defense line, and returned to the defense command center.

It was also a busy scene here. The officers and staff were in a state of panic. The intelligence coming from all over was not optimistic, and the calls and beeps from various radio communication equipment continued.

A communications soldier was sitting in the corner of the room, repeating hoarsely into the radio: "Inform all ships in the coastal waters, this is Donggang, we still exist, repeat, we still exist - this is the only safe port for supplies, do not approach other ports..."

Liszt went straight to one of his men and asked, "What's the situation at the supply dock?"

"The Laurel is replenishing ammunition and repairing the ammunition elevator. Its sister ship has lost power and is being towed back by a barge. We still have enough ammunition, fuel and fresh water, but the crane at Pier 4 has been damaged and that side is paralyzed..."

Liszt listened with a gloomy face. Then, there were hurried footsteps from the side. Another junior officer came to his side with a nervous face: "Sir, there is a situation..."

"The situation is everywhere now," Liszt said loudly, "Report directly!"

"Yes, a ship is applying to enter the port for repairs. It is... a ship from the Sea Mist Fleet," the junior officer said with a complicated look, "The undead on the ship said that their transmission mechanism is faulty and the ship's repair equipment cannot cope with it."

Liszt was stunned for a moment. Three seconds later, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let them enter the port and help them repair it as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

After his subordinates left, Lister quickly walked to the window and observed the situation on the sea.

A warship with thick smoke billowing out was slowly approaching the repair dock, with the flag of the Frost Queen flying on the bow, while on the sea farther away, there were floating wreckages everywhere.

"Half a century has passed... This flag finally returned to Frostbite in this way..."

Liszt muttered subconsciously.

But the next second, a sudden noise came from the corridor, interrupting the sigh of the port defense commander-in-chief.

"What's going on again?" He turned his head and asked loudly.

A soldier pushed the door open nervously and hurriedly, and said to the commander-in-chief with embarrassment: "Sir! There are two... ordinary citizens, two girls, who somehow got in and insisted on talking to you..."

"Ordinary citizens? Arrange for them to hide..." Liszt started to speak subconsciously, but just as he was halfway through his words, a fight and noise approached quickly from the corridor, and then he heard the voice of a young girl yelling outside -

"Make way, everyone! Make way! Time is precious! How do you say that word... window, oh, the window period is only for a short while!"

Lister looked up in surprise, and the next second, he saw two young girls breaking through the soldiers' obstruction and forcefully breaking into this crucial command center.

One of them was short and thin, wearing a black cotton skirt, but she pushed two burly soldiers out of the door with one hand. The other one was slightly taller, wearing a simple brown coat and cotton skirt, and his face seemed a little nervous.

Both of them looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the thin one looked even younger.

"Leave immediately," Liszt said immediately, his tone unfriendly due to his irritability, "This is not the place for you to fool around. If you get separated from the refugees, then..."

"Are you the boss here? We have something important to do," the thin girl said without waiting for anyone to finish her words, "Is there anything around here that we can't use for the time being? We need to start a fire..."

"Set a fire?" Liszt was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was a bad joke - he couldn't understand why two inexplicable civilians would come here to make trouble at this time, but then, the vigilance brought by his profession made him alert, and he immediately shouted an order, "Soldiers, control them!"

Several soldiers rushed in immediately and tried to capture the two strange girls. The short one jumped up and down immediately: "We really have something important to do! The angle of your place is perfect, just an open space will do! You..."

She suddenly stopped and looked out the window with wide eyes, as if she had discovered something.

"Hey! That's fine! There's no one on the whole avenue, and it leads directly to the coastline!" The girl jumped up high, and two or three soldiers couldn't hold her down. Then she turned around and called to her companions, "Nina, you go over there, and with the two arson points we just found in the south, there will definitely be enough for this city-state!"

"Ah... OK!" The young girl called Nina responded immediately, and then she turned around and bowed slightly to Liszt with embarrassment and apology, "Sorry... Sorry, sir, my friend is not very good at dealing with people, we will leave now..."

Liszt stared, the outrageous situation in front of him made him a little confused, but he still subconsciously took a step forward: "Stop, you..."

He didn't finish his words.

Because something even more outrageous happened.

A hot current suddenly surged around the young girl in front of him, and then, in the blink of an eye, she turned into a jumping and dazzling arc of flame. The flame rose in the room, and its dazzling brilliance seemed to be able to burn people's souls at a glance - the next second, the flame flew towards the open window next to it, like a backwards meteor, rushing straight towards a high platform near the port area.

Liszt looked at the scene in astonishment, but before he could react, the flames suddenly rushed back into the room.

The flames bent towards him, outlining the girl's silhouette, and a crackling but polite voice came out: "Thank you for protecting the city, I'm leaving! Goodbye!"

The arc of flame rushed out of the room again.

"Goodbye, bye!"

In the room, the short girl also kept shouting, and then a dark crack suddenly appeared beside her. Shadows surged in the crack, dragging her away and disappearing in front of everyone.

"This...this is all..."

Liszt looked at the scene in astonishment and confusion, and subconsciously rushed to the open window, but he only had time to see an arc of flame rushing straight up into the sky from a distance.

And below this blazing flame, the coast illuminated by the dazzling light...suddenly caught fire!

"The Frost Coast is ablaze!"

On the lookout tower of the Sea Mist, an undead sailor picked up the trumpet and shouted loudly.

The waves rose and fell, the cold wind blew, and Tirian stood on the edge of the bow deck like a standing reef, and in his one eye, he reflected the Frost Coast with several fires burning.

A bright flame jumped above the city-state, constantly igniting the uninhabited areas on the edge of the city-state - towering cliffs, reefs protruding from the water, lost towers, damaged artillery positions, the fire points were gradually connecting, like... a series of candlesticks.

Around the Sea Mist, the vast and endless sea was burning in large areas.

The wreckage of the fake fleet was burning, the ships of the Sea Mist Fleet or the City-State Navy were burning, and the leaked oil was burning.

The entire sea was set on fire by war.

And in this burning sea, the distorted and strange light and shadow of the mirror world are reflected - the ghost fleet that is constantly rising, the grotesque and terrifying mirror frost in the distance, and the boundless darkness that fills the surroundings of these distorted things.

"Captain!" First mate Aiden ran over and shouted beside Tirian, "The last barrel of fuel has been poured, and the surrounding fire is about to sweep onto the ship!"

"I know," Tirian said calmly, a smile slowly appearing on his face. "What is the reaction of the Frost Navy?"

"They also burned the excess whale oil as we instructed, but they still didn't understand what we were doing and followed our orders in complete confusion - they expected us to give them an explanation."

"explain……"

Tirian muttered softly, slowly raised his hand, and pointed around the Seamstress, at the sea that was becoming increasingly strange and covered by thicker darkness.

"Aiden, what does the sea look like to you?"

Aiden was stunned for a moment and looked around.

The next second, his expression gradually froze, and even a hint of fear emerged.

On the sea, the wind and waves had quickly subsided at some point, and the boundless darkness made the entire sea gradually appear like a mirror.

The flames burned in front of the mirror, from the Frost Coast to the sea where the fleets were fighting, the continuous flames of war... were like a ceremonial candlestick in front of the mirror.

The wind and the sound of artillery fire on the sea seemed to suddenly weaken, and everything seemed so distant that it came from another world. In this strange and brief silence, Aiden heard his captain speak softly.

"Father said that if you want to find him, you should find a mirror and light a flame in front of it."

Tirian slowly opened his hands and faced the sea, which was gradually turning into a dark mirror.

"The fire is lit. Are you there?"

Then, the Frost Sea opened its eyes.

"I am here."