In fact, when Lucretia brought the message, Duncan was already on his way back to Breeze Harbor—and was almost reaching the city-state.

This is because confirming that the Lost Homeland was “far away” would not stop the Nameless Man’s dream from continuing to develop, so while entering the “other side” of the dream to act, his body in the real world immediately chose to sail back.

The dark and chaotic sky shrouded the sea, and dense black "hair" covered the sea surface, making the entire ocean appear to have an ink-dyed texture. Hazy illusions kept flashing across the sea surface near and far, and the bizarre scenes in the spiritual world rose and fell at the edge of the field of vision.

The sails of the Lost Homeland were inflated, and it swept across the sea of ​​the spiritual world like a swift wind. The illusions that kept appearing on the sea tried to avoid this behemoth. Those who failed to dodge would be swept into the turbulence and torn into pieces by the dark green flames emanating from it.

Duncan held the steering wheel tightly, standing on the bridge on the stern deck, concentrating on controlling the ship while listening to the news from Lucrecia, Morris and others from Breeze Harbor.

The phantom of Agatha stood beside him, like a ghost whose shape was constantly changing against the hazy and dark background of the spirit world.

Morris's voice came from the other end of the mental connection: "...the forest that spread from the nameless man's dream has covered the entire city and has begun to destroy the city's functions from a physical level...they are no longer illusions, but real substances. Many blocks have been blocked by dense plants, and a large number of people are trapped...

"Some buildings were completely devoured, entire houses were replaced by towering trees, and the people in the houses were missing...

"Just now, Vanna went to the street to observe the situation and confirmed the authenticity of those plants and the damage they caused to the city. What's even more bizarre is that these 'dream products' that invaded the real world did not show any extraordinary characteristics...

"In addition, we also tried to use psychic resonance to contact the Storm Cathedral and the Academy Ark. The church has discovered the abnormality of Breeze Harbor and they sent out the nearest border fleet..."

Duncan listened to the news from Breeze Harbor in silence, his face gloomy and serious.

The speed of the Lost Homeland increased slightly again, and it flew across this spiritual sea at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary ships. A slightly muffled creaking sound came from the depths of this huge ghost ship, which was its response to the captain's orders.

The dream of the Nameless One is growing, but this time, the speed at which things develop is clearly beyond everyone's expectations. Rather than saying that this is the result of the further growth of this huge dream, Duncan feels that this is more like... a sign that it is gradually getting out of control.

"Captain," Agatha's voice came from the side, "I have an uneasy feeling - the development of things reminds me of the original Frost."

Duncan didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly. Unconsciously, he recalled the scene he saw in the bottom of the cabin of the Lost Homeland.

The huge spine of the ancient god, the Lost Homeland that was reshaped and returned from the warp with the authority of Sasloka, and... the mystery of the Lost Homeland's original "keel".

Gradually, all these clues seemed to have a direction, pointing to the changes in Breeze Harbor today, and to the dreams of the nameless people that were constantly invading reality.

Duncan suddenly understood something.

It's all connected, and long, long ago, this ship was part of this huge vortex.

The beginning of this vortex can even be traced back to a century ago, to the day when Duncan Abnomer decided to build this behemoth ship.

"...We must find Silantis." Duncan suddenly said softly.

Agatha next to him didn't react for a moment: "Captain?"

"The state of the Nameless One's dream is closely related to 'Silantis'. Based on the clues I have, I guess that Silantis is sleeping in the subconscious of all the elves. Something must have stimulated the sleeping 'World Tree', causing her condition to take a sharp turn for the worse," Duncan's thoughts gradually became clear, and he said quickly, "We must find Silantis."

"Looking for her? Where to look for her?" Agatha asked in bewilderment. "We have been to the border of the Nameless Man's Dream, but Silantis exists invisibly in that endless darkness. According to the taciturn goat-headed man, 'she' now refuses to be touched or awakened..."

"But this isn't necessarily the only way." Duncan shook his head, and then called out another name in his mind, "Lucy."

Lucrecia's voice rang directly in his heart: "I'm here."

"Do you remember what happened when the Lost Homeland was first built?"

"I... was very young at that time," Lucrecia obviously didn't expect her father to suddenly bring this up, and she was a little at a loss. "My impression is very vague, and the adults didn't allow me to get close to the shipyard at that time. Maybe my brother remembers more? He was already seven or eight years old at that time, and he often sneaked to the shipyard..."

"Tirion," Duncan called out the other name he had marked without hesitation, "I have a question for you."

His mind was silent for two or three seconds, and then there was a chaotic noise - that was the "sound" formed by a large number of "thoughts" that accidentally passed through the barrier of consciousness and leaked out. After that, Tirian's panicked and stunned voice came: "Father? What happened? Why are you..."

"I heard from Lucy that you often sneaked over when the Lost Hometown was being built?"

Even though there was a long distance and a barrier of consciousness between them, Duncan could feel the instant panic coming from the other end of the mental connection.

Tirian seemed to be completely confused: "I didn't! Don't listen to Lucy's nonsense, she..."

Before he finished speaking, Lucrecia's voice suddenly interrupted: "Brother, admit it, something happened in Breeze Harbor, and Dad has something important to ask you."

Vanna's voice followed suit: "Mr. Tirian, this is a serious matter."

Tirian was silent for a moment, and spoke again after a moment, sounding even more confused than before: "...Why are they all here?"

"Yes, they are all here," Shirley interrupted, "Agou is here too."

"Be quiet, this is not the place to chat." Seeing that a group of guys who had established a temporary "channel" through the Spirit Fire Mark were actually chatting, Duncan had to interrupt their chat in his mind, "Tirion, do you remember the construction of the Lost Homeland? Do you remember where its 'keel' came from?"

Tirian finally realized the seriousness of the matter from Duncan's tone.

Duncan's mind quieted down.

After a while, Tirian's voice finally sounded: "...Actually, I don't remember it very clearly. You wouldn't tell a child who is only a few years old too much advanced shipbuilding knowledge, but I still remember that the 'keel' of the ship was 'dragged' back from a fog near the border after you went on an expedition at sea..."

"Dragged back from the fog near the border?"

"Yes, that was one of the 'harvests' of your expedition. You often found things during your expeditions, and those 'trophies' made you respected and envied by other explorers. But even among the many trophies, the 'huge log' you dragged back from the border was the most special one... It was so huge that it even exceeded the towing limit of your ship at the time. You had to arrange two other small boats to assist you, and it took you nearly two months to tow it to the vicinity of Plande...

“The reason why we chose Plande was not only because our family was living there at the time, but also because that city-state had the largest shipyard in the world at that time.

"Yes, and you then announced that you would build a ship, the greatest and most amazing exploration ship the world has ever seen, using the 'timber' you found in the Border Mists.

"That ship took seven years to build. Even though we had sufficient manpower and resources, the world's largest and most advanced shipbuilding facilities, and a large number of shipbuilding experts attracted by your amazing plan and gathered in Plunder, it still took seven years to build. And it was not until it was successfully launched and completed its first voyage, and after several years of continuous improvement and adjustment, that it became the 'Lost Homeland' that attracted the world's attention.

"My knowledge of the ship was gradually established during this process. Even the origin of the 'keel' was only heard from others when it was halfway through construction. Before that, you rarely mentioned anything about it to me."

Duncan listened to Tirian's story in his mind with a serious face and did not speak for a long time.

These things were indeed the first time he knew them - as the current captain of the Lost Homeland, he did not know the story of the ship's construction until now.

But it’s not too late to know now.

After a moment of silence, Duncan asked again: "What else do you know about that dragon bone?"

Tirian fell silent, as if lost in his memories for a moment.

I don't know how long it was before his voice rang out again: "I remember the craftsmen who participated in the construction told me that the keel was extremely difficult to process. It was unlike any known wood and its toughness was incredible. Moreover, as a 'strange thing' obtained from the 'border', it also had some disturbing 'unnatural' properties, such as making strange noises in the middle of the night and the scratches on the surface would slowly heal... Because of these strange properties, the construction plan of the Lost Homeland was almost stranded at the first step, because no one could make the original wood look like a keel...

"But then, the craftsmen discovered something strange -

"A worker with elven blood can easily cut that 'wood'."

Duncan immediately said, "Elf?"

"Yes, after wasting nearly two months on that big piece of wood, an elven craftsman accidentally discovered this - in the hands of the elves, the keel that was so tough that it almost drove everyone crazy was as easy to process as light wood. So later, the Plande Shipyard transferred all the elven craftsmen to the Lost Homeland project, and even recruited some people from nearby city-states..."

Duncan listened seriously, and after Tirian finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds before asking again: "Anything else?"

"Let me think..." Tirian said, and then he recalled for a moment, and then he spoke uncertainly, "There is another thing, but I don't remember it very clearly... It was when the Lost Homeland was almost completed. At that time, I was allowed to help you and do some unimportant work. One time you brought me to the dry dock. You were drunk at the time and seemed very excited. You pointed at the Lost Homeland and said to me...

"It was only a twig, Tirian.

"To this day, I still don't understand what you mean by that."