The lines are moving.

Duncan heard Alice's exclamation, and he was instantly awakened from his deep thoughts. He suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, and then that unforgettable scene came into his eyes -

On the sea where Breeze Harbor once was, the invisible threads that were as lush as hair and interwoven like mist were undergoing drastic changes. The endless "gauze mist" was slowly expanding and shrinking, wriggling, undergoing drastic changes between reality and illusion. It gradually reshaped itself into a certain form, with the part on the sea surface shrinking, condensing, and rising, while the structure floating in the clouds was slowly expanding, and differentiating into criss-crossing branches, and like another dome of the sky, it was slowly descending towards the end of the sea.

An indescribable sense of oppression from a giant object came from the constantly condensing and changing virtual image, and the entire sea area began to be gradually shrouded by the invisible crown. It was not until this moment that Duncan finally saw the clue - it was a tree.

Those "silk threads" floating on the sea are entangled like hair into a giant tree, a "world tree" that is big enough to cover the entire sea!

Rune held onto the table and stood up with difficulty. The old elf who had relied on his willpower to resist Silandis's call seemed to be on the verge of his limit at this moment. He also looked out the window - without Alice's power, he could not see those invisible threads, and that sea area was still empty to him, but suddenly, large patches of shadows emerged on the empty sea area - the originally invisible lines began to gradually show outlines visible to the naked eye.

He saw the tree, the towering tree that was growing rapidly and spreading out from the elves' racial dreams.

"That's..." Rune's eyes widened instantly, and some memories and emotions that seemed to be dormant in the depths of his soul surged out like a tide, making him mutter subconsciously, "Silantis...Silantis is here to pick us up..."

But the next second, his eyes suddenly regained clarity. Lahem's power forcibly dragged his consciousness back to the real world. He pressed his forehead hard: "Captain Duncan, Silantis's awakening has reached the next stage... She is recalling her original appearance..."

A melodious and loud whistle suddenly came from nearby. It was the pilgrim Ark parked on the edge of the sea, warning the entire fleet. The whistle seemed to be mixed with urging, and the people staying on the Ark seemed to be worried about the safety of the Pope.

Rune raised his hand and quickly drew a few glowing characters in the air.

Duncan immediately noticed his action: "What are you doing?"

"I ordered the Ark and the escort fleet to leave Silantis immediately," Rune said quickly, "There are still many elves on those ships. Although they have not been affected yet, they cannot stay in this sea area any longer."

Duncan immediately asked, "What about you?"

"That's exactly what I want to say." Rune seemed to be in a trance for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Take me into Silantis's dream - the deepest part of the dream, I want to communicate directly with the 'Guardian'..."

"Communicate?" Duncan frowned. "Don't tell me you intend to rely on your eloquence and sincerity to persuade an ancient god who has fallen into madness to regain consciousness."

"No, I have another way, maybe I can influence her..."

Duncan looked at the old elf quietly for a moment. When the second whistle of the church ark indicating evacuation came from nearby, he finally broke the silence: "How can you be sure that I can take you into the depths of Silantis's dream?"

Rune calmed himself and met Duncan's gaze: "Because the moment I established contact with Silantis, I saw the Lost Homeland - even though it was sailing in the darkness of the border, I am sure that it is the evidence that you can establish communication with Silantis."

Duncan's expression remained unchanged as he listened to the old Pope's description, but something suddenly moved in his heart.

What the other party said... is what he saw from Silantis's "perspective"?

A plan that was only vague before suddenly had direction. Duncan's eyes turned to the navigation table next to him and fell on the dragon bone sample on the table.

Rune was a little uneasy because of Duncan's sudden silence, and couldn't help but confirm: "...You have a way, right?"

"...The current situation is a little different from before, but..." Duncan was still looking at the piece of wood on the table, but gradually, a smile appeared on his face, "Yes, I have an idea, and I am planning to try it. I can give you a ride. The only problem is... the next voyage may be a bit exciting."

Lu En was stunned when he heard this: "...Exciting?"

"Have you ever experienced sailing on a ghost ship through the nightmares of ancient gods?"

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When the whistling sound came from the street, Lucrecia was confirming with Taran El the strange scene that the other party saw in the last moment of the Nameless Man's dream, as well as the voice from Silantis that the other party heard in a trance.

Taran El said that he saw the world's destruction before the end of the Dream of the Nameless One, and that was most likely a scene imprinted deep in the memory of the elves. It was the memory of the great annihilation at the beginning of the deep sea era that scholars of all generations have been searching for. He also said that he heard a voice that sounded like Silantis, and the anger and fear in that voice seemed to reveal a secret - Lucrecia felt that she seemed to have touched the ultimate truth of this dream, but just when she wanted to continue asking, a strange whistle instantly swept across the entire city-state.

She stood up suddenly and went to the window.

The scene before her eyes suffocated the "Sea Witch" instantly, and she stood there in a daze for a short while.

The "sky" above the city was burning, with roaring flames coming across the sky, like a huge wave sweeping in from the depths of an endless nightmare, sweeping across the layers of treetops above Breeze Harbor and the chaotic and turbid sky between the treetops. The flames were like a blanket, covering everything, and then screaming and leaping into every street under the treetops, rushing like a flood, swallowing up every inch of land within sight.

This gave her a feeling - as if the forest extending from the dream suddenly "transformed" into a flame entity, and then this flame entity began to burn the city-state.

And at the moment when the flames suddenly fell, explosions, screams, the loud noise of the steam walker losing control and crashing into the building, all kinds of noise and loud noises almost filled the entire city-state in an instant!

This astonishing change came so suddenly that Lucrecia felt a sense of unreality and tearing for a moment. She stood at the window in a daze, staring blankly at the scene outside. After another two seconds, her eyes moved upwards involuntarily, as if attracted by something, and looked at the burning sky.

In the flames that had covered the entire sky, she saw some kind of huge structure gradually emerging, like a materialized "Doomsday" that was constantly crushing down from the sky, descending inch by inch above everyone's head.

...What is that?

This question popped up in Lucrecia's mind subconsciously, and the next second, a scream from behind finally woke her up from her temporary daze.

"The name of Lahem!" A knowledge guard stared out the window and exclaimed, "What is that?!"

Even Taran El, who had been in a bad state and whose mind was always filled with noise and pain, stood up from his chair, staggered to Lucrecia's side, and looked at the sky outside that was engulfed in flames and the chaotic streets.

Bewilderment and fear appeared in the eyes of the scholar. He seemed unable to imagine that Breeze Harbor would suddenly fall into such a horrific scene. Even though the forest that had spread from the Nameless Man's dream had already swallowed up the entire city, the scene outside the window still made him feel like he had fallen into another nightmare-like unreality. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It's simply a nightmare..."

"No, Master Taran El," Lucrecia's voice suddenly came from the side, waking Taran El from his trance. He saw the witch lady turning her head, her eyes as deep as the sea, "This is a nightmare."

A moment of confusion appeared on Taran El's face, and the light of the flames was gradually reflected in Lucrecia's eyes.

She saw the room falling apart, the figures in the room gradually curling and deforming in the flames, she saw the fire in the sky shining through the roof, turning into cold rays of sunlight sweeping across the air, and she saw a giant tree emerging in the distance - it rose from the sea, as if it was a part of the city-state spreading out.

She stepped forward and placed her hand on Taran Eyre's shoulder.

“My father said that Breeze Harbor has disappeared in the real world, and now there is only a blank space on that sea.

"Mr. Taran El, we have not woken up since the beginning - the whole city is still asleep.

"But Silantis is about to wake up from his dream..."

She exerted a little force and pushed Taran El forward. He had become as still as a stone statue without her knowing.

"Let's go and see what Silantis dreamed about."

The next second, enveloped by raging flames and a plummeting sky, Breeze Harbor slowly and quietly disintegrated.

In the last moment before the flames swept over, they turned into bubbles, streams of light, smoke, wind, and whispering sounds. Their last shadow was reflected on the calm sea. The remaining flames and the distorted and torn scenes in the reflection were like an illusion, which was gradually swallowed up by the breaking waves.

Amid the rising and falling waves, a huge shadow was gradually growing up from the bottom of the sea - it seemed to be a giant tree.

And at the edge of this giant tree that is constantly growing from the bottom of the sea, there is a shadow that is sometimes real and sometimes illusory and is slowly moving.

It was a ghost ship that was gradually emerging.