When Duncan opened the door of the captain's room, the "goat head" placed on the edge of the navigation table immediately reacted - it seemed to raise its head in a half-asleep state, slowly turned towards the door, and then recognized the figure that appeared at the door.

"Ah, we meet again," the dark wooden sculpture spoke with a strange slowness, completely different from the goat head that usually chatters quickly when it gets noisy. "You left in a hurry before..."

"Do you remember me?" Duncan said, closing the door of the captain's room and walking towards the navigation table.

He walked past the quaint oval mirror near the door, and hazy shadows began to float in the mirror. Agatha's illusory and transparent figure flashed across the mirror.

The goat head on the table didn't seem to notice Agatha's presence. Its eyes were still fixed on Duncan. It slowly turned its head to follow Duncan's steps and said slowly, "I still remember you. Ah, this is indeed a little incredible. After all, I can't remember many things clearly. This feeling of being able to remember a person clearly... is really wonderful."

Duncan came to the navigation table and glanced down at the "nautical chart" on the table.

The lush forest projection was still shown on the nautical chart. The illusory silhouette of the Lost Hometown was floating above the forest, slowly moving through the clouds, as if inspecting the entire forest.

Duncan quickly compared the scene with his memory and confirmed that this "forest" had not changed at all compared to the last time, only the position of the "Lost Homeland" had indeed moved significantly.

"I left in a hurry last time," Duncan nodded and said casually as he sat down at the navigation table. His eyes glanced at the oval mirror not far away, and then naturally fell on the goat head. "How is Silantis?"

"She is sleeping soundly now," the goat-head said slowly, "She was just frightened last time. I hope that didn't have any effect on you."

"It's okay, I don't mind," Duncan said, placing his hands on the table again, quietly and carefully manipulating the power of the flame.

At the edge of his vision, wisps of green fire appeared in the captain's cabin.

Duncan quickly controlled the spread of the flames and suppressed them to their current state to prevent them from stimulating the "Silantis" in the goat-headed mouth again. At the same time, he finally confirmed one thing in his heart.

Those flames were not what he had just summoned, but were the "fires" he had deliberately left on the Lost Homeland in the real world during the day.

The situation was as he expected - the fire left on the Lost Homeland in the real world could "burn through" the border between dreams and reality, and simultaneously appear on the Lost Homeland with a strange atmosphere. The flames "sent" here in this way were equivalent to "smuggling" at the dream level. As long as their spread was controlled, they would not cause overly strong stimulation to Silantis.

In a sense, these projected flames became the "inherent structure" of the strangely atmospheric Lost Homeland, unlike the flames he summoned here last time, which were regarded as "foreign objects that disturbed dreams."

Duncan exhaled softly and gave orders to the flames, causing them to subside, lie dormant, and retreat once again into the gaps between the deck, the wall, and the roof.

He found a way to send the flames here safely. If he repeated this one or two more times, he might be able to use the "smuggled" flames to burn this strange Lost Homeland, and thus completely control this ship that was transformed from the shadow of the Lost Homeland.

The goat head did not react to Duncan's actions - the flames that quietly appeared in the room seemed non-existent to it. It just stayed there quietly, as if it was a real wooden sculpture as long as Duncan did not speak to it.

"Is Silantis dreaming?" Duncan sensed the fire seeds slowly moving on the ship and began to chat with the goat-headed man on the table. "Is the entire forest outside a dream of Silantis?"

"Outside?" The goat-headed man shook his head slowly. "I don't know what you mean by 'outside', but Silantis has indeed been dreaming. She... has been dreaming for a long, long time. In that dream, there is indeed a lush forest, and... them."

Duncan immediately thought: "Who are they?"

The goat head lowered its head slightly, as if it was about to fall into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, but after a moment, it responded: "They are... creatures born in the forest. A long, long time ago, they gave their race a name, called elves..."

Duncan's eyes suddenly fixed——

This answer itself did not surprise him, but at this moment, what he thought of was the words that Goat Head said when he was talking to him on the Lost Homeland in the real world - "Remember them"!

The "they" mentioned by the two goat heads should have the same meaning!

Remember them... Why do we need to emphasize "remember"? And Goat Head eventually forgot "them"... Why did he "forget" them?

Duncan's eyes changed several times in an instant, and as the clues were quickly connected, he felt that he could almost confirm the bold guess about the true identity of Goat Head - so his expression became serious, and he stared into Goat Head's eyes with an extremely solemn attitude.

"What is your name?" he asked.

The goat head did not answer, it just made a series of vague mumbles, like talking in a sleep.

"Are you Sasloka?" Duncan didn't care, but continued to ask. Unconsciously, his body had slightly leaned forward. "The creator in the elf legend, the creator of the first dream, the creator and patron saint of Silandis - your name, is it Sasloka?"

The goat-head's mumbling suddenly stopped.

Its head shook from side to side, as if reacting to the name Duncan mentioned. After a few seconds of hesitation and thought, it finally raised its head slowly.

"Sasloka is dead. He died a long, long time ago."

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"They died a long, long time ago, when the world died, and no living thing survived that day."

The endless sandstorm swept across the entire sand sea again and again like the cycle of fate. A giant in a tattered robe sat down cross-legged among a pile of hideous and twisted rocks. His huge body seemed to intimidate the sand and dust, making the disordered wind stay several meters away from the rock pile, so that the sand and dust would not fall on the "traveler".

He was still talking about the past.

Vanna sat opposite the giant, taking a short break as a good listener.

The continuous "shadow" that looked like a city ruin was now near them and could be seen as long as they raised their heads.

The journey was cut short—Vanna could clearly feel it.

At normal walking speed, it would be impossible for her and the giant to reach the ruins in such a short time.

This incredible phenomenon is obviously related to the giant who travels together - it seems that as long as you travel with this giant, the "distance" during the journey will be shortened.

After thinking about this, Fanna did not hide her guess and directly expressed it.

The giant answered calmly: "I can reach every corner of this 'world' in one day. This is my ability. Only in this way can I observe and record all the changes that happen in this world at any time. Observing and recording is my duty."

At this point, he shook his head again and sighed: "It's just that... there is nothing to observe and record in this world now."

Vanna raised her head and stared at the ruins not far away in a daze.

It was indeed the ruins of a city as she had guessed at the beginning - but when she saw those things for the first time, she could hardly connect the ruins with a "city".

It was a continuous pile of gray-black boulders. The strangely jagged stones spread like a jungle on the land covered with yellow sand. They had no traces of the buildings they once belonged to, and there was almost no sign of being carved by civilization.

Fanna could not imagine what kind of disaster could turn such a magnificent city into this state - it was as if the entire city melted in an instant, more than half of the matter in the city turned into gas in the blink of an eye, and the remaining structure quickly melted and flowed, and then solidified in the subsequent drastic drop in temperature, turning into these jagged rocks.

But if it was really some kind of momentary high temperature...why would the vast land outside the city appear as a sea of ​​sand?

Such high temperature will melt the sand and turn it into a glass-like substance. There will be no desert around the city. Instead, it should become a whole piece of sintered obsidian ground.

Vanna's academic performance is not very good, but she still has this basic knowledge.

"What happened to turn the city into this state?" She couldn't help but ask the giant, "You just mentioned that the world died... What killed this world?"

The giant lowered his head, his face full of wrinkles looked like a stone carving, and his eyes that seemed to be burning with turbid flames stared into Vanna's eyes.

"Don't try to understand the end of the world. It is beyond the mortal mind and even beyond the wisdom of the gods. When it came, those who worshipped me asked me for help. I looked at the end of the world and it burned through my mind and soul. Traveler... It is not something that can be described in words."

The giant said this, slowly raised his hand and pointed at the bloody crack in the sky.

"The only thing I can tell you is that when the end of the world comes, the 'erosion' that does not belong to this world will swarm out from the cracks. They will instantly shatter the ground beneath our feet, and then cause it to reassemble in pain. All our glory will be turned into dust in the erosion."