Something is emerging from the uniform gray-white background, like a long tunnel reaching the end and the scene at the exit suddenly coming into view.

Shirley climbed up the mast nimbly, staring into the distance with wide eyes, and shouted happily towards the deck: "There's something ahead! It's not an illusion, it looks like something real!"

The scene emerging at the end of the "route" gradually became clear, and the uniform gray-white background around it began to melt rapidly like morning mist under the sun. Duncan first distinguished the rippling water from the rapidly clear scene - followed by the mist floating on the water, and many shadows of varying sizes in the distance.

Those shadows of different sizes floated on the water and gradually became a clear island.

That was the mysterious "islands" Captain Kalani had mentioned in her log!

Everyone on the Lost Homeland came to the deck, gazing at the sea and archipelago that seemed to have suddenly emerged from nothingness with inexplicable excitement and a hint of nervousness. They saw the glowing sea quickly spread to the vicinity and spread to the sides of the Lost Homeland. The sound of splashing water suddenly rang out, and then the whole ship was shocked and shaken - the Lost Homeland sailed into this sea, and after experiencing that long and strange "journey through the cracks of time and space", the sound of breaking waves hitting the hull sounded so beautiful.

The sailor held the steering wheel tightly in his hand, and looked at the sea and archipelago that quickly filled his entire field of vision from the high platform at the stern. His fragmented memories seemed to be awakened, and countless coherent or incoherent images rolled in his mind. An indescribable sense of time dislocation surged up.

He still remembered this place. He also remembered the chaotic sounds on the ship when the Sea Song finally arrived at an island after a long drift. The sailors who were like zombies woke up from a long nightmare. The priest who had lost himself suddenly regained his clarity. People crawled on the ground, kissing the rusted and collapsed decks, and then turned into spirits and ashes in the sea breeze...

He still remembered this place - he even felt like he had never left, that he had always been standing on the bridge of the Sea Song.

It was not until he suddenly felt a slight pain in his hands gripping the steering wheel that he suddenly woke up from the illusion of time dislocation.

He lowered his head and saw a thin layer of flame floating on the dark surface of the steering wheel. Then the flame dissipated and the stinging sensation disappeared with it.

"I still have a mission... Yes, there is still a mission to be completed... Thank you for waking me up..." The sailor murmured to himself, thanking the Lost Homeland for waking him up when he was about to get lost. Then he raised his head and carefully calibrated the course between those familiar islands while whispering, "Captain Kalani, I'm back..."

The huge sailing expedition ship sailed cautiously in the misty sea, passing between the dark "islands" and looking for gaps in the fog. The Brilliant Star also slowed down and followed carefully behind the Lost Homeland.

After a while, many white shadows flew out from the deck of the Brilliant Star. They were countless paper-folded seabirds. They flapped their wings and flew through the mist. They first circled around the Lost Homeland and the Brilliant Star, and then cautiously expanded the range of their circle little by little, flying over the surrounding islands.

Duncan raised his head and looked at the "scouts" released and controlled by Lucrecia, and found that they had not been attacked or corrupted or deformed - this place seemed safer than expected.

"There are many long and thin shadows around these 'islands', hidden underwater, like some kind of spreading limbs," Lucrecia's voice sounded in Duncan's mind. "Also, when looking down from the air, you can find that the shapes of these 'islands' are very similar. You can even make out biological structures on the surface of some of the islands... Just as mentioned in the log, they are all the corpses of Leviathan."

"Yeah." Duncan responded softly, his eyes sweeping over the "islands" floating in the mist. In some places with shallow waters, he also noticed the shadows spreading out from under the islands - those shadows appeared "slender" relative to the islands, but in fact each one was still larger than the hull of the Lost Homeland. They stretched out stiffly in the sea, showing no reaction to the approach of outsiders, and looked like they had been dead for a long time.

Duncan recalled the huge tentacles and the pale eyes he had seen beneath the frost.

He knew that those "Leviathans" that carried the city-states were actually "fakes" created by the Lord of the Deep, and the ones here were the real Leviathans.

"His descendants died around him and rested at the end of the world..."

Morris's voice came from the side, with a slight metallic vibration. Duncan turned around and saw that Morris had transformed into the "cast form" again at some point. The sounds of gears turning and valves opening and closing could still be heard from deep within the brass shell.

Morris turned his head, and a reed-like sound came out of his chest: "It's one thing to imagine it in your mind, and it's another to see it with your own eyes, right?"

Then he paused, raised his finger and pointed at his body: "It's always good to be cautious. Flesh and blood are very fragile in this place."

"...If your flesh and blood body is damaged, at least you can ask Vanna to help you heal it. If your copper shell is damaged, I'm afraid you'll have to find a fitter - there are no fitters on the ship."

"Nina can help," Morris said casually, "I gave her the design of my body, and she's pretty good at it now."

Duncan thought about it and felt that it made sense.

It's just a little weird.

At the same time, Vanna was standing on the edge of the front deck, staring at the sea in the distance in a trance, while a hazy shadow was standing in the mist beside her.

“I… can hear His voice, never so close before,” she whispered as if she were talking to herself. “It’s everywhere, as if the entire sea is filled with His whispers… He’s speaking in my ear, but I can’t hear him clearly.”

"Perhaps it's because we are too close, or perhaps it's because this is really just meaningless babbling," Agatha's voice came from the shadows. "In any case, you need to be more cautious here than others. You are His saint. You are more sensitive to His hearing and perception than others, and are more easily affected by Him. Even with the captain's protection, you must be careful not to let your mind deviate from human nature."

"I know," Vanna nodded gently, "Thanks for the reminder."

Agatha said nothing more, but stood in the fog thoughtfully. After a long while, she spoke softly, "What do you think Bartok's country would be like?"

Vanna blinked, but didn't know how to answer this question.

"His descendants died around him... Here, the dead Leviathan turned into this archipelago, and the Storm Goddess slept in their embrace. This suddenly made me curious about the resting places of other gods," Agatha said slowly as she pondered. "My doctrine tells me that the souls of the dead will pass through that gate and usher in eternal peace in the kingdom of Bartok. My memory tells me that those 'messengers of death' are real. They will pass through the spirit world and respond to the call of the gatekeeper...

"But where is that gate? Is it standing somewhere at the end of this world? Are those messengers there too? Those dead people... will the wilderness of souls they finally reach be in the center of such a sea?

"I feel like...it's hard to imagine."

Vanna opened her eyes slightly, looking at the figure standing in the fog with some astonishment - these doubts should not come from the mouth of a saint, a former gatekeeper, but she was involuntarily provoked by Agatha's series of questions, and even began to have the same curiosity.

She turned her head and looked into the depths of the mist in the distance.

What would the temple described in "Storm Original" that "controls all storms and anchors the cornerstone of the sea" look like?

"There is a large island ahead," Lucretia's voice sounded in Duncan's mind, with a hint of excitement, "There seems to be a large building on the island!"

The fog seemed to retreat around the Lost Homeland, a gap appeared in front of the bow, and at the end of the sea surface that suddenly became clear, illuminated by the mysterious chaotic light from the sky, a huge island appeared in everyone's eyes.

It was an "island" that seemed to be "piled up" by countless huge black boulders. Rather than being a natural product, it was more like a "spectacular building" artificially built by an ancient civilization. Rectangular stones of various sizes that had been precisely cut and intricately arranged rose from the sea and piled up into an undulating structure that stretched as far as the eye could see. The huge "palace" stood above the countless rectangular stones.

It is also built of stone-like "materials", with a black or dark green surface, and crystal-like green materials embedded between the stones, forming a gloomy, complex and mysterious exterior wall. The "palace" as a whole presents a layered structure, with huge and astonishing pillars supporting its heavy lower outer edge, and the upper part has many strange hollows, as if they were deliberately left for some giant creature to enter and exit.

"Amazing...structure." Morris stared blankly at the huge palace standing in the dim light. His jaw almost fell off. He was stunned for a long time before he uttered, "How was it built?!"

"It's definitely not something that the current city-state civilization can build." Duncan said casually, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed those "things" spreading out from the side of the lower area of ​​the palace.

It was some kind of huge limb, like the tentacle of a sea monster, extending from the gap in the side of the palace into the sea.

Gemona was there.

"Let's move closer," Duncan said solemnly, "We found her."