The aftermath of the explosion reverberated repeatedly between the two worlds, and the chaotic wind ruffled Vanna's long silver hair. She raised her hands to block the sand in front of her eyes, watching the ghost ship burning with blazing flames slowly landing in the sand sea, and saw the huge black goat walking down from the clouds, step by step to the side of the Lost Homeland.

Then, a flame fell from the deck of the Lost Homeland like a meteor, and suddenly spread out in front of her eyes to form a door, and Duncan stepped out of the door.

"Captain!" Vanna came to her senses immediately. She walked towards Duncan, but after taking half a step, she felt her body sway and almost fell to the ground. At the last second before falling, she used the cane left by the giant to support her body. After shaking twice, she finally stabilized.

Duncan walked quickly to her and asked, "What's the situation?"

Vanna held the cane with one hand, raised her head with some effort, and forced a smile: "It seems that this time... I am really a little tired."

Then she casually put away the long sword in her other hand, reached into her clothes, and took out the "sun" that was still emitting bright and warm light. She handed it to Duncan with a little trembling: "Here, this is the 'sun' left by Tarekkin... It's intact."

Duncan noticed the name immediately: "Tarejin?"

"Yes, that giant... His name is Tarek," Vanna nodded gently. "He is the god who records history. A long, long time ago, he fell on the day of the Great Destruction."

Duncan frowned tightly, staring at the ancient "star" in Vanna's hand that was emitting a warm glow. Amidst countless thoughts, he finally reached out and took the sphere.

A warm touch came from the palm of his hand, and the slowly running flame on the surface of the sphere licked his palm gently - but there was something more important now.

Duncan casually put the "sun" into his arms, took a step forward and held Vanna's arm, and used his other hand to take the huge cane that looked like a rough tree trunk from the latter - he could see that this beautiful warrior was really about to collapse.

Vanna was not polite. She breathed a sigh of relief and put most of her body weight on the captain. At the same time, she looked up at the huge black goat that was still standing quietly beside the Lost Homeland and asked thoughtfully, "...Is that the 'first mate'?"

"How did you recognize it?"

"Although the face shape is magnified many times, it can still be seen," Vanna said, and couldn't help but add, "Also, I can use my brain to deduce."

"It was indeed him - I repaired the keel of the Lost Homeland and gave him some of my own flames, allowing him to recover in a short time," Duncan said as he led Vanna towards the flaming door that was still on the edge of the sand dune. "We'll discuss the details later. Let's go back to the ship first. Things are not over yet."

As if to confirm Duncan's words, before he finished speaking, a low and strange roar and disturbing whistling sound gradually came from the distance, as if two huge millstones began to crush and tear each other again, and the terrible vibrations and loud noises echoed in both worlds at the same time!

In the distant sky, the "collision" that had stopped for a while began again. The mountains were collapsing, and the clouds began to boil. In the sky, a huge fire reappeared in the depths of Silantis, which had turned into ruins. The forests and land that were almost completely swallowed by the darkness were gradually reshaped as if time had reversed, but in the process of reshaping, they showed all kinds of distorted and terrifying postures - and the next second, those re-emerged and distorted forests and lands quickly collapsed and were swallowed by the darkness again. The whole process repeated itself, moving towards madness step by step.

Around Fanna, terrible gales once again blew up in the boundless desert, but this time the "storm" was not controlled by her - there seemed to be countless roaring hideous phantoms hidden in the gales, and each phantom was calling out the names of the dead. A huge wall of sandstorms was also formed in the wind, and the illusion of cities and mountains vaguely emerged within the wall.

The final collision and fusion of the two worlds began.

At the last second before the storm hit, Vanna was dragged by Duncan into the rotating flaming door.

The next second, she was already standing on the deck of the Lost Homeland - the blazing spiritual flames formed a wall outside the ghost ship, and the horrific scene when the two worlds collided turned into a distorted and hazy illusion outside the flames. However, even through this layer of flames, she seemed to be able to hear the roars of the two worlds at the same time, and the horrific roar when everything collapsed!

"I thought it was all over..." She looked at the world outside the deck that was falling apart in astonishment, and felt the increasingly strong shaking coming from the deck. She seemed to be unable to react for a moment, "Why..."

"We only destroyed the descendant of the sun who invaded the dream of the Nameless One - but Silantis' nightmare will not end because of this," Duncan's voice sounded from the side, "This is the deepest part of the memory of the elves. The scene of the Great Annihilation is deeply imprinted here - the collision and annihilation of the two worlds is the inevitable ending of this nightmare."

The shaking of the entire ship became more and more intense. Vanna tried to stand firm while staring at the scene of everything collapsing in the distance with wide eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but say, "How can we stop this..."

Duncan just turned his head and looked into her eyes quietly. "Stop? Stop what? Stop the collision of the two worlds? Or stop the Great Annihilation?"

Fanna was stunned when she heard this, and seemed to gradually react.

"The Great Annihilation has already happened. In real history, as the beginning of the Deep Sea Age, it has already happened and ended. What remains here is just a 'memory' that has already happened. We can't stop it, and there is no need to stop it." Duncan shook his head slowly. "All we have to do is stop Silandis."

Vanna said nothing more, but looked thoughtful.

Duncan slowly came to the edge of the deck, looking into the distance, looking at the doomsday scene of the world being annihilated.

The fusion of the two worlds began - at the end of the "collision", the two pieces of land hanging upside down from each other did not really overlap in the physical sense, but had fallen apart before that, and gradually turned into some kind of dark and chaotic... "thing" in the repeated reshaping and distortion and disintegration.

Above and below the Lost Homeland, around the deck and outside the side of the ship, the former forests, mountains, deserts and rivers were torn apart and quickly lost their discernible colors and outlines. The light of the entire world was fading, and then, the wreckage of various sizes gradually became "clusters" with chaotic outlines in the dimness. These clumps floated in the endless darkness, further collided and merged with each other, turning into even more distorted and grotesque shadows.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, among all things that had almost completely sunk into darkness, chaotic and dim streams of light appeared - just like the remaining souls after the world burned out, like the last spark of fire in the embers, the dim streams of light appeared between those grotesque shadow masses, flowing disorderly in Duncan's vision.

Deep in those dim and disordered streams of light, among the wreckage and ruins of the world's collision, there was only a shape whose outline could be barely seen.

It was a huge tree.

She floated quietly in the dark depths where all things were annihilated, floating in the time and years that had stopped flowing after the Day of Doom.

She was already dead, completely dead when the worlds collided. The conflict between law and order annihilated all things. God died first in this process, and the World Tree created by God was naturally no exception - Silendis was just an illusion, a illusion that had long disappeared.

But she couldn't really die.

Because deep in the memory of the "elves", they always remember that there is such a world tree.

Even if they were recreated elves, even if they were elves restored by the "Lord of the Deep" during the Third Long Night - after witnessing the truth of the Great Annihilation with his own eyes, Duncan had vaguely realized what the essence of "all things" in the current deep sea era was.

Nothing can escape the conflict of laws in the collision of worlds, not the kingdom's most powerful warriors, not the world tree created by the gods, and not even the gods themselves.

Duncan didn't know what kind of existence the current "Four Gods", including the "Eternal Flame Tarekin", were, but he was sure of one thing: the entire deep-sea era today, strictly speaking, was actually just the product of the Lord of the Deep's restoration from the "blueprint" after the third long night.

It's all embers.

Duncan watched in silence the Silendis floating peacefully in the darkness, her remains, and the chaotic shadows around her that had once been the home of a race.

This "World Tree" that appeared in the memory of the elves was, strictly speaking, also a replica - but she couldn't understand this.

Likewise, she could not recognize the "elves" reshaped from "ashes".

A faint light gradually emerged from the wreckage of Silantis.

Specks of light, like fireflies, slowly seeped out from the remains of the giant tree, and gradually gathered into a river in the chaos. The river meandered and flowed, gently surrounding Silantis's feet, just like a long, long time ago, in the forest of the elves' hometown, there was a river running through the earth, nourishing the World Tree.

Every point of light in that river is a sleeping mind.

And under the "nourishment" of this river, the remains of Silandris began to grow again - in the still dead "corpse" state, the branches of the World Tree began to rise and extend strangely, and gray, fine and twisted leaves grew from the edges, like a zombie standing up from a grave, crawling out of the kingdom of the dead into the mortal world.

Ted Lear's final resistance failed.

Duncan reached forward.

The Lost Homeland sailed silently in the darkness towards the pale and twisted "Tree of Death" that had been burned to ruins but was still growing and spreading.