Chapter 633: Submersion in the Dream
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“I’m setting up a protective barrier,” Lune explained, focusing on the glowing symbols that began to move toward the room’s center. Each symbol pulsated with a gentle light that harmonized with the surrounding energies. As they formed a pattern, the air thickened with dense magical energy.
Alice, still shaken by her vision of the World Tree, looked at Lune with a mix of awe and curiosity. “Will this barrier protect us from Atlantis?”
Lune nodded slowly. “It’s an ancient elvish seal. It will guard us against any external threats for a short while, enough time for us to plan our next steps.” His voice carried a hint of fatigue, suggesting the immense effort he was exerting.
Duncan walked back to the window, his gaze fixated on the ever-expanding World Tree that seemed to envelop everything in sight. “How did this happen? And why now?” he wondered aloud.
Lune followed Duncan’s gaze. “This is the result of events set in motion long ago. Atlantis was never truly forgotten. It was just dormant, waiting for the right moment to awaken to its true identity. And it seems that moment has arrived.”
Outside, the landscape continued to change. The once calm and serene sea now reflected the eerie glow of the World Tree, casting surreal shadows across its surface.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Alice said, “We need to alert the entire alliance. If Atlantis fully awakens, the consequences could be catastrophic.”
Lune agreed, “You’re right. But first, we must ensure our safety. We can’t expose ourselves to its full power unprepared.”
Duncan clenched his fists, his determination evident. “We’ve faced challenges before. We’ll meet this one head-on. Atlantis may be awakening, but we have unity on our side.”
The room tensed, everyone acutely aware they were on the brink of a monumental event. They were at the very heart of a turning point in history.
Lune appeared slightly surprised by Duncan’s resolve, pausing to consider his words. The room seemed to cool as if the mention of the ordeal chilled the air. “No,” he admitted after a pause, his voice filled with both apprehension and curiosity. “But if this is a way to communicate with the Guardian, then I am ready to face whatever challenges come our way.”
Duncan gave a soft chuckle, his mood lightening. “Good to hear. It won’t be an ordinary journey, I assure you. The realm of dreams, especially those as ancient and intricate as Atlantis’s, can be unpredictable. We might face distorted memories, fears, and desires – all reflections of the Guardian’s mind.”
Following the conversation closely, Alice added, “And what if Atlantis sees this intrusion as a threat? Could that put you both in great danger?”
Duncan nodded slowly, acknowledging her point. “It’s a risk, but one we have to take. If Lune can connect with the Guardian, maybe we can prevent the looming disaster. The key is to traverse the dream without drawing too much attention.”
Lune’s resolve grew with every word. “I’ve explored the dream worlds of many beings before, but none as vast or as ancient as Atlantis. The opportunity to learn and communicate is boundless. I believe this might be the only way to truly understand what it wants and, hopefully, find a solution.”
Duncan placed a reassuring hand on Lune’s shoulder, recognizing the elder’s courage. “We’ll go together, side by side. The Ark and the fleet will retreat to safety while we undertake this bold attempt. If anything goes wrong, we have each other’s support.”
The two shared a moment of silent understanding, their resolve firm. They knew the road ahead was perilous and uncertain, but the stakes were too high to retreat. The fate of their world hinged on their ability to navigate the dream world and communicate with the Guardian of Atlantis.
“Incredible…” Lucretia muttered to herself, her voice barely audible amid the surrounding turmoil.
She spotted an enormous, shadowy form within the fiery maelstrom—a familiar yet alien silhouette resembling a colossal citadel or fortress, its towers and ramparts stark against the fiery background. This was no ordinary castle; its architecture suggested an advanced, almost alien civilization. The sheer scale was overwhelming, spanning the horizon as far as the eye could see.
Snapped out of his trance by the sight, Taran El joined her. “It’s… it’s Atlantis,” he whispered, his voice trembling with both awe and fear. “The ancient, lost city. But how? Why now?”
Lucretia turned to him, her blue eyes reflecting the inferno outside. “This must be linked to the Dream of the Nameless One. The vision you described, the voice you heard—it’s all interconnected. Atlantis isn’t merely a myth; it’s awakening and manifesting its power in our reality.”
The gravity of the situation weighed on them. This was more than a catastrophe; it was the resurgence of an ancient force, a transformative event they were experiencing in real time. And if Atlantis was indeed returning, it brought with it memories, pain, and wrath from ages past.
Outside, the city was in chaos. Steam-powered vehicles darted through the streets, crashing into each other as people tried to flee. Buildings, already aflame, collapsed, and smoke rose into the fiery sky. The bustling metropolis had become a scene of destruction.
Taking a deep breath to calm her rising panic, Lucretia said, “We need to get to the central spire. I suspect there might be a way to communicate with, or at least understand, what Atlantis wants. We can’t just stand here and watch our world burn.”
Taran El, his shock replaced by resolve, nodded. “Let’s go. We might be the key to stopping this, or at least to understanding it.”
As the ground quaked beneath them, Lucretia grasped Taran El’s arm, steadying him as he was overwhelmed by the surreal transformations unfolding around them. Once vivid and lively, the details of Wind Harbor now seemed fluid and transient, as if painted with watercolors bleeding into one another.
Their surroundings began to blur and warp, losing all solidity. Every element around them—bricks, beams, the breeze, voices—seemed to dissolve into shimmering particles of light, swirling in the growing darkness.
“And so the dream unravels,” Taran El murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy. “Was the reality we knew ever truly real?”
Lucretia’s gaze stayed firm, fixed on the ever-expanding tree emerging from the depths, its branches reaching out like arms of a colossal guardian reclaiming its territory. “Reality is what we perceive,” she replied thoughtfully. “To us, Wind Harbor was as solid as the ground beneath our feet. But now, Atlantis calls, and we are summoned to witness.”
Nearby, amidst the chaos, a phantom ship began to appear more clearly. Its ghostly sails billowed silently, illuminated by a mysterious glow. Chains and seaweed hung from its bow, and its wooden structure showed signs of age, adorned with barnacles and coral. As if guided by an unseen hand, the ship sailed effortlessly, heading straight toward the heart of the great tree.
Feeling a pull in her soul as they watched the ship approach, Lucretia sensed a deep connection to it, as though it were a key to unlocking the mysteries ahead.
“We need to board that ship,” she declared resolutely.
Taran El looked at her, his surprise evident. “Do you think it holds the answers to what’s happening?”
Lucretia nodded. “I believe so. It seems to be beckoning us, guiding us to the core of Atlantis’s dream. Only by delving deeper can we hope to unravel the mystery Atlantis represents.”
With determined steps, they moved toward the ghostly vessel, guided by its ethereal glow. As they approached, the colossal tree continued to rise, its branches spreading wider and casting vast shadows that danced with the light from the ship.
As Wind Harbor continued to dissolve around them, Lucretia and Taran El clung to each other, united in their quest to uncover the secrets at the heart of Atlantis’s dream.
Is there not something missing between the previous chapter and this one?
Yeah this chapter felt super weird to read, it kinda felt all over the place. The author might’ve been rushing here
True, it felt like I clicked next chapter twice by mistake, not mentioning the weird description of what Lucretia is witnessing and the surprising reactions from Alice that we are not used to such a strange chapter.
…wtf? Did we miss a chapter, as well as large chunks of the previous 3 or so chapters? This is all over the place and everything is happening way too fast with things missing.
If this is what the rest of the book is like, I’m out, and out of anything else the author writes.
Yeah. A whole section of a chapter is missing.
Those threads are moving.
Duncan heard Alice’s exclamation. He suddenly woke up from his meditation, suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, and that unforgettable scene came into his eyes –
on the sea where Breeze Harbor once stood, The invisible threads that are as lush as hair and intertwined like mist are undergoing drastic changes. The stretching “gauze mist” is slowly expanding and contracting, and is undergoing drastic changes between reality and reality. It is gradually reshaping a certain form. The part on the sea surface is shrinking, condensing, and rising, while the structure floating in the clouds is slowly expanding, dividing into crisscross branches, and slowly hanging down toward the end of the sea like another sky.
An indescribable sense of pressure from a huge object came from the constantly condensing and changing virtual image. The entire sea area began to be gradually enveloped by the invisible crown, and it was not until this moment that Duncan finally saw the clue – it was a tree.
Those “silk threads” floating on the sea are intertwining like hair into a giant tree, a “World Tree” that can cover the entire sea area!
Rune held on to the table and stood up with difficulty. The old elf who relied on his own willpower to resist Silendis’s call seemed to be on the verge of reaching his limit at this moment. He was also looking out the window – without Alice’s power, he could not see When he came to those invisible threads, the sea area was still empty to him, but suddenly, large areas of shadow appeared on the empty sea area – the originally invisible lines began to gradually appear to the naked eye. Visible outline.
He saw the tree, the towering tree that was growing rapidly and spread out from the dreamland of the elves’ race.
“That’s…” Lu En’s eyes widened for a moment, and some kind of memory and emotion that seemed to be sleeping deep in his soul came out like a tide, causing him to subconsciously mutter to himself, “Silantis… Xi Landis is here to pick us up…”
But the next second, his eyes suddenly regained their clarity. Lachem’s power forcibly dragged his consciousness back to the real world. He pressed his forehead hard: “Captain Duncan , Selendis’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 patrol ark parked at the edge of the sea that was heading towards the entire army. The fleet warned, and the whistle seemed to be mixed with urging. The personnel staying behind the Ark seemed to be worried about the Pope’s safety.
Lu En raised his hand and quickly sketched a few shimmering characters in the air.
Duncan immediately noticed his actions: “What are you doing?”
“I ordered the Ark and the convoy to stay away from Silantis immediately,” Rune said quickly, “There are still many elves on those ships, although they are still there. They are not affected, but they can no longer stay in this sea area.”
Duncan immediately asked: “What about you?”
“This is exactly what I want to… say,” Lu En seemed to be in a trance for a moment, but he was very He quickly recovered and said, “Take me into Silantis’s dream – the deepest place in the dream. I want to communicate directly with the ‘Guardian’…” “Communicate?” Duncan frowned tightly, “Don’t
tell I, you are planning to rely on your eloquence and sincerity to persuade an ‘ancient god’ who has fallen into madness to regain consciousness.” “No,
I have other ways, which may have an impact on her…”
Duncan watched quietly. He stared at the old elf for a moment, and when the second evacuation whistle from the Church Ark came nearby, he finally broke the silence: “How can you be sure that I can take you into the depths of Silantis’ dream?”
Rune After calming down, he met Duncan’s eyes: “Because the moment I established contact with Silantis, I saw the Lost Home – even though it was sailing in the darkness of the border, I am convinced that it is the one you can Evidence of establishing communication with Silantis.”
Listening to the old pope’s description, Duncan’s expression did not change, but his heart suddenly moved.
What the other party is talking about…is the scene seen from Selendis’s “perspective”?
A plan that was only vague before suddenly took direction. Duncan’s eyes then looked at the navigation table next to him, and fell on the keel sample on the table.
Lu En was a little uneasy because of Duncan’s sudden silence, and couldn’t help but confirm: “…You have a way, right?” “
…The situation now has some changes compared to before, but… Duncan was still looking at the square 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 thing is The problem is… the next voyage may be a bit exciting.”
Lu En was stunned when he heard this: “… Exciting?”
“Have you ever experienced riding a ghost ship and sailing in the nightmare of the ancient god?”
… …
When the whistling sound came from the street, Lucretia was confirming with Taran El the strange scene that the other party saw in the last moment of the Nameless One’s dream, and what the other party heard in a trance. , the voice from Silantis.
Taran El said that he saw the scene of the destruction of the world before the end of the Dream of the Nameless One, and that was most likely a scene imprinted deep in the memory of the elven race. It is the story about the beginning of the Deep Sea Age that scholars of all ages have been searching for. The memory of the Great Annihilation, he also said that he heard a voice that was suspected of being Silantis. The anger and panic in the voice seemed to reveal a secret – Lucretia felt that she seemed to have touched the most profound part of this dream. The ultimate truth, but just when she wanted to continue questioning, a strange roar instantly swept through the entire city-state.
She stood up suddenly and came to the window.
The scene she saw in front of her made the “sea witch” suffocate instantly, and she was stunned for a short time.
The “sky” above the city is burning, and the roaring flames are coming across the sky, sweeping across the layers of tree crowns above Qingfeng Harbor like huge waves sweeping from the depths of an endless nightmare, and the chaos and filth between the tree crowns. The sky was like a blanket of flames, covering everything, screaming and leaping into every street under the canopy, rushing like a flood and devouring every inch of land in sight.
This gave her a feeling – as if the forest extending from the dreamland suddenly “transformed” into a flame entity, and then the flame entity began to burn the city-state.
At the moment when the flames suddenly descended, explosions, screams, the loud noise of the steam walker running out of control and hitting the building, and all kinds of noise and loud noises filled the entire city-state almost instantly!
This astonishing change happened so suddenly that Lucretia felt an unreal sense of tearing apart for a moment. She stood at the window in a daze, staring blankly at the scene outside the window. After two seconds, her eyes moved upward involuntarily, as if attracted by something, and looked at the burning sky.
In the flames that had covered the entire sky, she saw that some kind of huge structure was gradually emerging, like a materialized “Sun of Destruction” that was constantly crushing down from the sky, descending on everything inch by inch. Head of human head.
……what is that?
This question subconsciously popped up in Lucretia’s mind, and the next second, the exclamation from behind finally woke her up from her temporary sluggishness.
“The name of Lachem!” A knowledge guard stared out the window and exclaimed, “What is that!?”
Even Ta, who has never been in a good state, with noise and pain lingering in his mind, Lan El also stood up from his chair, staggered to Lucretia’s side, and looked at the sky in flames and the chaotic streets outside.
Confusion and fear appeared in the scholar’s eyes. He seemed unable to imagine that Qingfeng Port would suddenly fall into such a horrific scene – even if the forest that spread from the Dream of the Nameless Man had swallowed up the entire city. At this moment, the scene outside the window still gave him an unreal feeling of falling into another level of nightmare, which made him couldn’t help but mutter to himself: “It’s just a nightmare…” “No,
Master Taran El, “Lucrecia’s voice suddenly came from the side, awakening Taran El from his trance. He saw the witch lady turning her head, her eyes as deep as the sea, “This is a nightmare. “
Talan El’s face showed a moment of confusion, and in Lucretia’s eyes, the brilliance of the flames was gradually reflected.
She saw that the room was falling apart, and the figures in the room were gradually curling and deforming in the flames. She saw the firelight in the sky passing through the roof, turning into streaks of cold sunlight sweeping through the air. She saw a figure emerging in the distance. A giant tree – it rises from the sea, as if it is part of the city-state’s spread.
She stepped forward and put her hand on Taran El’s shoulder.
“My father said that Breeze Harbor has disappeared into the real world, and now there is only a blank space on that sea.
“Mr. Taran Ayre, we have never woken up from the beginning – the whole city is still there. Fall asleep.
“But Silendis is about to wake up from his dream…”
She exerted a slight force and pushed Talan Ayre forward, who had been stagnant like a stone sculpture for some time.
“Let’s go and see what Silendis dreamed about.”
In the next second, under the blazing flames and the falling sky, Breezeport slowly and quietly disintegrated.
At the last moment when the flames swept across, it turned into bubbles, streamers, smoke, wind, and whispers. Its last shadow was reflected on the calm sea, reflecting the remaining firelight and twisted and torn scenes. Like an illusion, it was gradually swallowed up by the breaking waves.
Amidst the undulating waves, a huge shadow was gradually growing up from the bottom of the sea – it seemed to be a huge tree.
And on the edge of this giant tree that is constantly growing from the bottom of the sea, there is another shadow that is real and illusory, slowly moving.
It was a ghost ship that was gradually emerging