In the wreckage area of ​​Silantis, in the wind that suddenly blew over the scorched earth, a phantom that looked like a modern resident of Breeze Harbor appeared.

Both Nina and Maurice saw the existence of the phantom - it was obviously not an illusion.

"There's nothing here..." Morris came to the place where the phantom had just appeared, carefully observed the surrounding situation, frowned and said in a low voice.

The sudden situation made Nina a little nervous. She subconsciously lowered her voice and said, "Why did that person just now look like a ghost..."

Morris gave the girl a strange look: "Do you need to be afraid of ghosts?"

“…Yes.”

Nina muttered something belatedly, and just as she finished her words, something suddenly appeared in the corner of her eye.

It was another "phantom" that emerged in the wind and dust, and flashed past the charred ruins formed by the interweaving of huge branches. In that brief moment, Nina felt as if she could see the other person's face clearly... She even felt that the face looked a little familiar.

She seemed to be the owner of the clothing store in the West City District of Qingfeng Port, an elf lady who always had a smile on her face - she appeared in the wind with a dull face and then disappeared with the wind.

"Over here!" Nina reacted instantly and pulled Morris towards the direction where the second phantom appeared. Before they reached that location, Nina saw something flash by in the fog in the distance.

Phantoms, phantoms of elves, began to appear between the wind and the dust. As Nina and Morris continued to go deeper into the ruins, the phantoms appeared more and more frequently. At first, they only flashed from the edge of the vision occasionally, but later, no matter which direction they looked, they could see one or two hazy, ghost-like shadows appearing and disappearing in the air.

Nina's eyes widened unconsciously. She and Morris walked on the scorched earth covered with ashes and black slag, among the huge ruins of Silantis. Beside them, the "residents of Breeze Harbor" dressed in modern clothes kept appearing and disappearing like unstable ghosts. These phantoms looked dazed, floating blankly in the dust, and did not react to the approach of Nina and Morris, bringing a...creepy atmosphere.

Finally, Nina and Maurice stopped in an open space.

Phantoms were everywhere around them, phantoms of elves, and even some shadows with blurred outlines and indistinguishable races. They were far and near, real and unreal, appearing and disappearing. The disorderly wind blew up the dust, passing through these empty ghosts and the huge remains of the canopy of Silantis. Under the chaotic and dim sky, countless phantoms gathered in the ruins of the legendary "World Tree", like a weird and terrifying... ghost gathering.

"I'm really starting to get a little scared this time..." Nina nervously grasped the corner of her clothes. The air around her was slightly distorted, and a burning glow occasionally appeared in her eyes. "These are really the elves in Breeze Harbor... I also saw the uncle selling 'elf burritos' at the intersection of Crown Street. He put stinky and rotten offal meat paste in the burritos..."

As soon as she said this, she immediately glanced nervously at the phantom not far away - because she remembered that as long as she described the "elf burrito" like this, the uncle would immediately correct her angrily and seriously, saying that it was actually "a pure flavor sauce passed down for four thousand years", and his expression would look very scary.

However, the phantom just quietly dissipated, just like the other phantoms that kept appearing and disappearing around it.

Nina turned her head and looked at Morris: "...Are those people who disappear in Breeze Harbor every night not all here? Are they all inside the 'Wall of Silence'?"

Morris hadn't spoken since the beginning. He just frowned and looked around with a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment, he suddenly broke the silence: "Silantis is 'protecting' them."

Nina didn't understand at first: "Huh?"

"This is Silantis's 'protection'," Morris seemed to have figured out something, "She is trying to 'collect' the minds of all the elves inside the Wall of Silence. She firmly believes that this will protect them when the end of the world comes."

At this point, the old scholar paused, thought for a moment, and then continued, "Normally, every elf that enters the Nameless One's Dream should be teleported directly to this place and become a phantom here, but we are exceptions. The captain's power allows us to stay awake in the dream, which is why 'Shirin' appeared in front of us - Silantis believes that we are 'lost' elves."

Nina was stunned, but she immediately understood what the teacher said, and her intuition told her that this was probably the truth.

But this cannot explain what happened to Miss Vanna - what about that desert and that giant who called himself a "god"?

In addition to this question, Nina immediately thought of another more serious problem.

"Then the minds of these elves are trapped in the wreckage of Silantis every night...won't something go wrong after a long time?!"

"Of course," Morris said with a serious expression. "Outside Breeze Harbor, sleeping sickness has begun to spread among the elves in various city-states. Inside Breeze Harbor, the erosion of dreams has begun to leave traces in the real world. If this kind of 'protection' continues like this... I'm afraid something big will happen."

Nina opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but at this moment, wind and sand began to rise in front of her eyes, and a new phantom appeared in front of her.

He was a middle-aged man with dry and messy hair, a beard that seemed to have not been shaved for several days, and a sloppy and tired appearance. As an elf, an elf whose racial characteristics are branded with the major traits of "health, longevity, and elegance", his appearance gave people the feeling that his health was on the verge of limit, as if he was about to die suddenly at any time.

Nina recognized the phantom at a glance.

"It's Master Taran El," she looked at him in surprise, his face was dull and he was in a dazed state like the other phantoms. Although she had just met other "acquaintances" here, she was still a little surprised to see this elven scholar at this time, "He is here too..."

"It seems that all those who disappeared during the Dream of the Nameless will appear here. This is not surprising." Morris looked very calm. As he spoke, he walked in front of the phantom of Taran El and looked at him with a frown. "The key is to figure out the state of these elves in the 'dream' stage. They seem to have established an increasingly solid connection with Silantis, and it is unlikely that they will be awakened easily..."

Nina also came over. She boldly stretched out her finger and poked Master Taran El's arm: "I remember that Mr. El was trapped in a dream last time. What method did he use to successfully wake himself up and save himself at that time..."

The phantom of Taran Eyre suddenly blinked.

Nina thought she had seen it wrongly and looked up again.

Taran El slowly turned his head and turned his gaze to her.

Nina: “…”

The next second, a huge fireball rose into the air above the wreckage of Silandis.

The astonishing shock wave shattered the chaotic clouds in the sky, and the disordered wind swirling around the remains of the World Tree also stagnated in an instant. A terrifying fireball rose up like a new star, making the entire scorched earth as bright as day in a few seconds!

But the fireball did not explode directly on the wreckage of Silandis or the "phantoms" hovering within the range of the wreckage.

The hard training in daily life paid off. At the critical moment, Nina looked up at the sky - her scream turned into the roar of the sun. The gushing stellar matter only created a temporary sun that lasted for only a few seconds in the sky above the Nameless One's Dream. In the massive coronal impact, the losses were reduced to a minimum.

But even with such a brief impact, the Dream of the Nameless One reacted instantly. The forests close to the Wall of Silence grew wildly and howled, the earth trembled almost boiling under the sun, and the mountains in the distance rumbled, as if if it continued for just one more second, Silantis would wake up under the sunlight of this otherworldly world - but as the fireball in the sky dissipated, the Dream of the Nameless One calmed down on the edge of collapse.

In the wreckage area of ​​Silantis, the massive dust storm caused by the shockwave in the sky had not yet subsided, and a dusty figure crawled out from a pile of ashes. Morris patted the dust off his body, shook off the black residue from his hair, and scratched his ears hard. Then he raised his head and glared at Nina: "How many times has the captain told you not to be so startled!"

Nina was radiating golden sunshine all over her body. She hadn't completely cooled down yet. After hearing what Teacher Morris said, she immediately scratched her face in embarrassment. Before she could say anything, Taran El's frightened voice came from the side: "Is this how you use the word 'startle'?"

Morris blew his beard and glared, looking very annoyed: "Just tell me whether it exploded or not!"

It was not an easy thing to make this old scholar, who was always elegant and calm, behave so inappropriately. It was the first time that Nina saw her teacher almost jump up and curse. But compared to this little thing, she was more surprised by Master Taran El next to him.

The elf scholar who was just a vague phantom a moment ago has now turned into a vivid and lively "mental entity". He stands in the flying sand and dust. Although his whole body is a little embarrassed by the "solar shock" just now, he has obviously fully "awake".

The great scholar was now staring blankly at Nina, whose eyes were still filled with fear.

Obviously, being bombarded with the sun in the face the moment you wake up is a bit too much stimulation for a middle-aged man with sub-health.