Lenora's tone was indifferent and calm, as if she had planned all the final scenes for her destiny many years ago - whether it was being trapped in a nightmare forever or suffering eternal exile, it was just a part of her planned future that was bound to happen.

Just as Duncan thought, the Frost Queen had never prepared for her own "resurrection" - returning to the human world was not part of her plan from the beginning.

But this generous attitude made Duncan feel strange.

"Are you really willing to give up everything for Frost? Even something more than your life?" He turned his head and looked into Lenora's eyes curiously. "You lived in a cage under the church for more than ten years. You were not treated as a human until you were twelve years old. You were monitored, shackled, and tested. Every thought and every word you said in your dreams were repeatedly analyzed as a possibility of betraying humanity. You did everything you could, but in the end, you were still crowned the 'Mad Queen' and pushed to the guillotine... I don't want to judge anyone from a dark perspective, but at least logically, I am deeply surprised by your decision."

Lenora fell silent. She leaned against her bed and looked up at the veil high above. It seemed that her thoughts had spread far and wide. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly smiled and shook her head: "Yes... Why should I do this..."

She turned her head and looked quietly into Duncan's eyes.

"You know, they could have burned me to death - a long time ago, on the day I first woke up from a nightmare, before I learned to say 'Dad' and 'Mom', before I realized I was a human being... Captain, maybe my statement made you misunderstand something, and you think I should resent that cold city, but in fact... it was that city that did its best to keep me alive.

"From a broader perspective, our delicate and fragile 'civilized world' is doing its best to keep everyone alive - including natural psykers like me. Even if they have to use chains, iron cages, and lock me in a dungeon for ten years, they never expect me to die in that cold place... They expect me to come back as a human being.

"I don't hate anyone, Captain. They didn't treat me cruelly - because the world treats everyone cruelly. Everyone is just doing the best they can."

The former Frost Queen sighed softly, then finally stood up slowly and walked down from her cage-like bed - compared to the ten years she spent in the cathedral crypt, the only difference between this bed and the one she had slept on was perhaps the lack of a railing.

She wandered to the end of the room, to Duncan's side, and looked out at the chaotic, dark sea.

"My parents and the people in the church are trying their best to keep me alive. My supporters and I are trying our best to keep the city safe. Governor Winston and his predecessors are trying their best to complete the work I failed to do. However, in many cases, trying your best does not necessarily mean success. Failure naturally has its own price."

She slowly raised her arm and pointed toward the giant tentacle in the darkness.

"Even the ancient gods are facing failure, aren't they?"

"...If your theory is correct, then new erroneous copies will inevitably appear and awaken from the creations of the mortal world," Duncan pondered for a moment and slowly spoke, "Destroying the erroneous copies here will not solve the root cause of the entire world."

"Someone else will do their best," Leigh Nora said calmly, turning to look at Duncan. "What about you? Will you help?"

Duncan was silent for a moment before he broke the silence with a soft voice: "Do your best."

"That's enough," Lei Nora laughed, "Then let's do it. I have slept for too long. Now it's time to wake up from this nightmare... It's also time to set 'Him' free."

There was urgency in her tone, as if she couldn't wait any longer.

Duncan hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded silently.

The next second, a cluster of dark green flames suddenly appeared beside him. The flames swirled and expanded, gradually transforming into a vortex-like door.

He walked towards the door, and at this moment, Lenora's expression suddenly changed slightly.

She stared at the rising green flames, as if she was looking at a distant and hazy memory. Then she turned her head suddenly and looked at Duncan who was about to cross the door: "Is it you?!"

Duncan paused, and after a brief moment of confusion, he finally realized why the Frost Queen behaved like this.

"I think this shouldn't be considered as polluting history," he said, still in the posture of stepping into the door, and slightly turned his face. "What do you think?"

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." Lenora murmured to herself, and her expression changed rapidly several times, as if many things that had troubled her for many years suddenly became clear. Then, as if a glimmer gradually appeared in her eyes, she showed a truly bright expression from the bottom of her heart for the first time, and raised her head to look at Duncan, waving her hand as if she was saying goodbye to an old friend many years ago, "Go ahead, do it with confidence, I think... we are making the right judgment."

Duncan took a last deep look at the Frost Queen and said nothing more. Instead, he took a step forward and stepped into the rotating flaming gate.

Lenora stood there quietly, watching the figure disappear into the room.

Just like many, many years ago, the knowledgeable and kind old man disappeared in the morning light.

She slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around, and stood at the fragmented end of the room, looking at the ancient god's tentacles that were in a stagnant state, looking at her nightmares for the past half century, and all her destinies and responsibilities.

Wisps of faint green fire emerged from the dark abyss over there. At first, they were like tiny fireflies, but in a flash they expanded and grew stronger as they spread rapidly, and began to spread and burn towards the entire "pillar".

A slight tremor appeared under my feet and quickly grew stronger as time went on.

The mansion is shaking, the power supporting this dream is fading, and the "connection point" between the "drifting land" and the outside world is rapidly disintegrating and disappearing. The darkness outside the room seems to surge up suddenly, and countless layers of ripples and light and shadows are expanding wildly, and then retreating in the darkness, and the "ancient god tentacle" begins to change in the suddenly unbalanced light and shadow - it seems to bend, and a hazy structure extends and grows from its top, and crosses the boundary between reality and illusion, hanging down and approaching this fragmented room.

However, Leigh Nora just stood quietly in front of this horrifying scene, watching the illusory, new tiny tentacle constantly bending and extending towards her, watching it finally reach the invisible boundary, and the black "flesh and blood" fit and expand on the surface of the invisible barrier.

Leigh Nora slowly stretched out her hand and placed her palm on the diffuse and expanding and shrinking surface of flesh and blood. Through the barrier of dreams, she felt everything that He conveyed to her - confusion, tension, uneasiness, and a little regret.

"Yes... I know you don't want to appear in this world... It will be over soon, just think of it as a dream, and you will return to where you should be...

"I will leave too. Soon, when the anchor cable breaks, it will be time to leave... I may go to a very far place, or I may never have another destination. Even if my calculations are correct, this will probably be an unimaginably long journey... So if there is scenery to see, I will enjoy it."

The silent communication continued in the dream, and in the last moments before waking up, Lenora suddenly became sentimental.

"We have been together for so long, but I have never asked your name." She stared at the tentacle outside the boundary of the dream, feeling the chaotic and fragmented information transmitted by the other party - most of that information could not even be called a complete "thought", but more like a fragment of inspiration that a broken soul accidentally burst out in difficult thinking. However, after half a century of getting along, she has long been accustomed to how to "talk" with this broken will. "Of course, I know the title of the Lord of the Deep, and I also know that you have other names... but that is not your name...

"Do you have a name? Either yours or your 'original' name... Nothing, I just suddenly got curious."

Amidst the chaotic noise and whispers, an exceptionally clear thought suddenly came to me.

Lenore listened quietly, just as she had listened as a child, between those cold bars and shackles, to the muffled whispers from the depths of the sea - a name that seemed to come to her mind in a half-dream.

A smile slowly appeared on her lips: "LH-01...ah, what a strange name...Pilot One? Is this your original name?

"Okay, I'll remember that. Nice to meet you, Pilot One. Well... goodbye, good morning."

A raging flame like a tsunami spread from the depths of darkness and in the blink of an eye engulfed the tentacle that was touching the "Drifting Land". In the flames, the erroneous copy of the ancient god turned to dust and returned to earth.

The blazing flames even briefly burned through the barrier at the edge of the dreamland, and strange but brilliant fireworks bloomed under Lenora's feet, in the air around her, and at the edge of the room.

Lenora looked at the leaping spirit fires curiously and reached out to touch their edges.

The warm fire dissipated at her fingertips.

In the dark and cold deep sea, the suddenly rising ghost flame illuminated the entire sea area almost like a coronal ejecta, illuminating the dark floating island floating in the deep sea, and illuminating the empty humanoid husks floating in the dark water like a swarm of bees.

Duncan floated quietly on the edge of the dark floating island, watching the spiritual flame he had ignited burning fiercely. The momentum even shocked him, the "arsonist".