Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Chapter 468: A New Vision Chapter 467: Chapter 468: A New Vision Bishop Valentin's words left Fenna momentarily startled, then she didn't know how to continue.

Noticing the somewhat eerie atmosphere at the scene, Valentin also felt a slight embarrassment, then helplessly looked at Fenna, “The main issue is… people coming out of Vision 004 have all kinds of reactions. Some feel dizzy, some have temporary mental disorders, even cognitive shifts–I can understand all that–but you're the first to come out burping.”

Fenna noticed the atmosphere around her getting weirder and herself, somewhat at a loss, “I don't know what to… burp!”

She quickly swallowed and tried to suppress the urge to burp, all the while deeply puzzled about what exactly had happened to her after entering Vision 004. Just then, the gathering of saintly projections around her began to stir slightly and then dispersed to either side.

Pope Helena made her way through the crowd and approached Fenna.

The appearance of the Pope prompted Fenna to immediately straighten up and raise her head, instinctively trying to salute–and ended up burping again in the process.

Helena frowned.

This dignified and elegant lady first looked at Fenna with puzzlement, then raised her head to gaze at the empty space where the “Tomb of the Nameless King” had just sunk. After a long time, she redirected her gaze back to Fenna, “…Did you eat the tomb guardian?”

Fenna: “…?”

After being stunned for several seconds, she finally spoke with resignation, “You might as well suspect that I was gnawing on stones in there…”
However, not a hint of strangeness appeared on Helena's face, as if in her view, Fenna, the Judge with a particularly explosive track record in the history of the Deep Sea Church, was indeed capable of such a feat as swallowing the tomb guardian whole–but soon, Helena shook her head and said with equanimity, “That's true, even for you, that would be a bit extreme. So… what exactly happened?”

“I don't remember, I…” Fenna shook her head, but as she spoke, she felt as if vague impressions were resurfacing in her mind–as if memories that had been blocked were trying to break through to the surface. Yet those images quickly vanished, and after a moment of confusion, she could only continue shaking her head, “I'm sorry, I really don't remember.”

“Is that so… It seems that even after entering Vision 004 three times in a row, you can't counteract the effect of memory erasure,” Helena's expression remained unchanged as she fixed her gaze on the parchment in Fenna's hands, “Let's verify the parchment then, see what messages you've brought back with you.”

Reminded by the Pope, Fenna suddenly remembered her pressing task and quickly put aside her messy thoughts and the awkwardness, presenting the tightly held parchment in her hand.

As usual, the majority of the parchment had been torn away, the messages that were not supposed to be taken out of the tomb room remained within Vision 004, while on the remaining small piece of parchment, a few hastily scribbled lines were written.

Fenna's eyes landed on the script, and suddenly, her gaze sharpened.

“…Vision – Cold Frost…
“…Vision – Homeloss…
“…Vision – Exiled Fleet…”
The scribbles were three lines naming three visions–without any numbers attached.

A look of gravity slowly took over Helena's eyes.

Bishop Valentin also saw the record on the parchment and fell into a great shock.

Once again, Fenna had brought back bizarre intelligence from the Tomb of the Nameless King–a peculiar vision code that completely differed from the normal format of the “Anomaly and Vision List”!

“Another time…” Fenna herself was equally astonished as she stared at the parchment's text for a long time before raising her head, looking at the Pope with confusion, “Visions without numbers.”

“The emergence of Vision – Cold Frost doesn't surprise me; after Proland transformed into a vision, I had this premonition. But Homeloss…” Helena said gravely, her eyes deep like the ocean, “Homeloss, which was already on the list of visions, has now lost its number.”

“It's not just that, now even the Exiled Fleet has appeared,” Valentin chimed in from the side, “Also an unnumbered vision–and separate from Homeloss, taking up a spot by itself!”

Helena did not speak but lifted her head, her gaze sweeping over the soul projections around her.

The saints quickly understood, well aware of both the “Secrecy Protocol” and the “Risk of Contamination,” they bowed to the Pope without needing further orders and one by one left the gathering place.

On the grand and rustic square, only the three figures of Fenna, Valentin, and Helena remained.

“What changes have occurred aboard the Homeloss recently?” Helena began to ask after the rest of the saints had left, “Why has the name of the Exiled Fleet suddenly appeared on the list? Is Captain Duncan reassembling his fleet?”

The Exiled Fleet had indeed existed, but that was a century ago, and that very fleet had not been any dangerous “Vision”–
With the then most advanced exploration ship Homeloss as its flagship, accompanied by the two mighty warships Sea Mist and Brilliant Starship as its vast flotilla, plus over a dozen various supporting vessels, the Exiled Fleet of that time was the strongest and greatest exploration fleet on the Endless Sea. Before the terrible transformation had happened, this great fleet had discovered countless islands, had opened more than a dozen major sea routes, and had even delimited parts of the borders of the civilized world.

In that era, Captain Duncan and the Exiled Fleet were not associated with fear but were synonyms for glory and greatness, symbols of civilization's courage to pioneer the frontiers.

However, all this came to an abrupt halt when the Homeloss plunged into subspace.

After that, the Exiled Fleet dissolved, the flagship returned to the world known as “Vision 005,” and its crew members disintegrated and dispersed over the subsequent century. Today, the only two remaining warships “Sea Mist” and “Brilliant Starship” no longer operated under the heading of the Exiled Fleet.

Therefore, it could be said that throughout this entire history, the “Exiled Fleet” was never listed as a Vision.

Yet now, there was a new Vision, called the “Exiled Fleet.”

“…There is a ship called the 'White Oak,'” Fenna gathered her thoughts and began to relate to Helena an event that had occurred not long ago in the Chill Sea. She knew the Female Pope certainly had information channels and should have already had a rough understanding of the situation with Frost, but the details were clearly known only by her, who was at the center of the event, “That ship is now a member of the Exiled Fleet…”

Helena listened intently with a serious expression as Fenna reported on the “Vision – Cold Frost incident” and the process by which the White Oak was transformed and absorbed into the Exiled Fleet.

It wasn't until Fenna's narration came to a pause that the Female Pope broke the silence, “So you're saying, a new Exiled Fleet is taking shape. As soon as that modern exploration ship was transformed into a fleet member, a new 'Vision' entered the list of the Tomb of the Nameless King.”

“It seems so,” Fenna nodded slightly, “Born as a Vision… And a Vision without a number, this kind of thing…”

“This kind of thing is not unheard of in history, but every birth of a new Vision often comes with a major disaster or momentous environmental changes across an entire area or even a whole sea region,” Helena shook her head, “What has the emergence of the Exiled Fleet brought?”

Fenna opened her mouth, momentarily feeling a bit of a blank in her mind.

“It seems… nothing has happened?” She hesitated for a long time, then spoke almost as if to herself, “At least for now, no one has been injured because of it, no place has turned into a forbidden zone. In fact… The transformation of the White Oak coincided with the restoration of stability in the situation with Frost. The whole affair seems to be heading in a good direction…”

Helena calmly met Fenna's eyes, “Not only that, this new 'Vision' also fails to deduce any 'rules' or 'taboos.'”
Fenna's face took on a thoughtful expression.

“Normal 'Visions' all have corresponding rules and taboos, just as normal 'anomalies' have corresponding dangers and conditions for containment or sealing,” Bishop Valentin, who was present, couldn't help but speak up, “But according to your description just now, Fenna, the Exiled Fleet at present doesn't show any such tendency toward taboos–despite White Oak having its own peculiar features, these 'peculiarities' are limited to that ship itself, not the entire 'fleet.'”
“It's also possible that since this Vision has just been born, we can't yet summarize its pattern,” Helena speculated, “But a bigger possibility is… it's like Present-day Preland.”

“Present-day Preland?” Fenna repeated the phrase subconsciously, her gaze falling on Bishop Valentin, “Preland is now…”

“Just as I described during our last communication, safe, tranquil, the night skies no longer to be feared, darkness no longer breeds changes,” Valentin said solemnly, “I haven't received reports about Supernatural Erosion within the city for quite a while–I believe Frost will soon follow suit.”

Helena nodded lightly, “Peaceful night skies and dark, an environment suitable for living–there's nothing more peculiar in this world than a place free of peculiarities. Today's Preland is such a place.”

For a moment, Fenna did not speak but fell into silent contemplation.

After a brief moment of silence, Bishop Valentin added, “Perhaps, all these 'Visions without a number' will be like this? Rejecting any Supernatural Erosion outside of themselves, with the only peculiarity being–there are no peculiarities within their range.”

“We can't make rash conclusions yet, at least until we have observed the newly emerged 'Vision – Cold Frost' for a while,” Helena said somberly, then furrowed her brows and looked at Fenna, “So, as the one in control of all this, has that Captain Duncan made any… special moves? Does he have a plan? Is he going to continue expanding his fleet, or regroup the Sea Mist and Brilliant Starship? Has he revealed anything to you?”

Fenna thought for a moment, then her expression suddenly hesitated, “This… He did give me a task.”

“A task he gave you?” Helena's expression turned serious instantly, “What task?”

“…He asked me to find a way to get the White Oak a pass, to look for a loophole… in the Church's scrutiny process.”

Helena: “…?”

Chapter end

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