Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 621

Chapter 621: Chapter 620: The Sunshine is Really Nice Today Chapter 621: Chapter 620: The Sunshine is Really Nice Today In the wreckage area of Silantis, on this scorched land, a wind had suddenly risen, bringing with it an apparition resembling a modern resident of Light Breeze Harbor.

Nina and Morris both saw the apparition–it was clearly not an illusion.

“There's nothing here…” Morris approached the spot where the apparition had just appeared, carefully surveyed the surroundings, and murmured with furrowed brows.

The sudden occurrence made Nina a bit nervous too, and she instinctively lowered her voice, “That looked just like a ghost just now…”

Morris gave the girl a peculiar look, “Do you need to be afraid of ghosts?”

“…Right.”

Nina muttered belatedly, and just as she finished speaking, something else suddenly appeared in the corner of her vision.

It was another “apparition,” emerging amidst the wind and dust, darting through the intertwined giant branches of the charred ruins, and in that fleeting moment, Nina thought she had clearly seen the face… She even thought it looked familiar.

It looked like the owner of the clothing store in the western district of Light Breeze Harbor, always smiling elven lady–her face appeared stagnant in the wind before dispersing with it.

“Over there!” Nina reacted instantly, grabbed Morris, and ran toward the direction where the second apparition had appeared, but before they reached the spot, Nina saw something flicker through the fog in the distance.

Apparitions, apparitions of elves, began to appear incessantly between the wind and dust, and as Nina and Morris ventured deeper into the ruins, the apparitions appeared more frequently, initially only occasionally flashing at the edge of their vision, but later, wherever they looked, they could see one or two blurred, ghost-like figures intermittently appearing and disappearing in the air.

Unconsciously, Nina's eyes had widened. She and Morris walked across the land covered in ashes and black slag, among the massive ruinous remains of Silantis, and beside them, “residents of Light Breeze Harbor” in modern attire appeared and dispersed like unstable ghosts, these apparitions with vacant expressions floated aimlessly in the dust, unresponsive to Nina and Morris' approach, carrying an… eerily unsettling atmosphere.

Finally, Nina and Morris stopped in a spacious clearing.

Apparitions were everywhere around them, apparitions of elves, even interspersed with some so blurry their races indiscernible, near or far, blending reality with illusion, intermittently appearing and disappearing, the disordered wind picked up dust, sweeping through these hollow ghosts and the massive treetop remains of Silantis, under the dim and chaotic sky light, countless apparitions gathered in these ruins of the legendary “World Tree,” resembling a bizarre and thrilling… ghostly assembly.

“I'm really starting to get scared now…” Nina nervously fiddled with her clothes, the air slightly warping beside her, radiant heat occasionally flaring from the depths of her eyes, “These really are all elves from Light Breeze Harbor… I even saw the uncle who sells 'elven pancakes' at the corner of Crown Street, putting spoiled rotten viscera into the pancakes…”

She had just voiced this when she immediately looked nervously at that apparition nearby–because she remembered that describing the “elven pancakes” in such a manner would have immediately angered that uncle, who would seriously correct her, stating it was actually a “four-thousand-year-old authentic sauce,” which made him look quite intimidating.

However, that apparition just quietly dissipated, just like the other apparitions that continually appeared and vanished around them.

Nina turned to Morris, “…Could it be that all those people who disappear every night in Light Breeze Harbor end up here? Are they all inside the 'Wall of Silence'?”

Morris had been silent since a while ago but was frowning and looking around thoughtfully. After a moment, he suddenly broke the silence, “Silantis is 'protecting' them.”

Nina didn't understand at once, “Huh?”

“This is Silantis' 'protection,'” Morris seemed to have figured out some things, “She is trying to 'gather' the minds of all elves inside the Wall of Silence, believing that this can protect them when the world's end comes.”

At this, the elderly scholar paused, contemplated briefly, then continued, “Normally, every elf entering The Dream of the Nameless should be directly transported here, turning into these apparitions, but a few of us are exceptions. The captain's power allows us to stay conscious in the Dreamscape, that's why 'Xilin' appeared before us–Silantis thinks we are elves 'lost abroad.'”
Nina was dumbfounded by the explanation, but she immediately grasped her teacher's words, and intuition told her that this was probably the truth.

But this did not explain the situation Miss Fenna encountered–the desert and that giant who claimed to be a 'god,' what was all that about?

And besides this question, Nina immediately thought of another, even more critical issue.

“Then the minds of these Elves are trapped within the wreckage of Silantis every evening… Won't there be problems over time?!”

“Of course there will,” Morris said gravely, “Outside Light Breeze Harbor, the sleeping sickness has begun to spread among the Elves of various City-States, and within Light Breeze Harbor, the corruption of Dreamscape has started to leave traces in the real world. This kind of 'protection,' if continued indefinitely… I'm afraid it could lead to major issues.”

Nina opened her mouth as if to say something else, but at that moment, a gust of wind rose before her eyes, and a new apparition appeared.

The apparition had dry and disheveled hair, seemed to have not shaved his beard for days, and looked sloppy and exhausted–a sight quite at odds with an Elf known for traits like “health, longevity, elegance” among their racial characteristics. Yet he looked as though his health was on the brink, like he might drop dead any moment.

Nina recognized the apparition right away.

“It's Master Taran El,” she said, surprised, watching his blank-faced apparition in the same bewildered state as the other apparitions, despite having already seen other “acquaintances” here. It still came as a shock to see this Elven scholar, “He's appeared here too…”
“It seems that all who disappeared during The Dream of the Nameless appear here. There's nothing surprising there,” Morris looked calm as he spoke and walked up to the apparition of Taran El, frowning slightly as he watched him, “The key is to understand the state of these Elves who are in the 'dreaming' phase. They seem to have established an increasingly stable connection with Silantis, and it's unlikely they can be easily awakened…”
Nina also stepped closer, boldly reaching out to poke Master Taran El's arm: “I remember Mr. Aer was trapped in the Dreamscape once before, and he had some method for waking himself up…”
Suddenly, the apparition of Taran El blinked.

Nina thought she had seen wrong and looked up again.

Taran El slowly turned his head, shifting his gaze toward her.

Nina: “…”
The next second, a massive fireball rose into the air from above the wreckage of Silantis.

The shocking shockwave shattered the chaos clouds in the sky. The disordered Winds that spiraled around the remains of the World Tree instantly stilled, and the terrifying fireball, like a newborn sun, rose slowly and brightened the entire scorched earth to daylight within seconds!

However, the fireball did not directly hit the wreckage of Silantis or the “apparitions” lingering within the wreckage.

Nina's regular training paid off. In that critical moment, she looked up to the sky–her exclamation transformed into a Sun Roar. The spewing solar material formed a temporary sun above The Dream of the Nameless, lasting only a few seconds in a spectacular sunburst, minimizing the damage.

But even that brief sunburst caused an immediate reaction in The Dream of the Nameless. The forests near the silence wall howled and grew wildly, the ground trembled almost boiling under the sun's rays, and distant mountains roared as if just another second would awaken Silantis under this alien sunlight–but as the fireball in the sky dissipated, The Dream of the Nameless settled back on the verge of collapse.

Inside Silantis's wreckage area, large sand clouds raised by the shockwave in the sky had yet to settle when a dust-covered figure emerged from a pile of ashes–Morris vigorously patted the dust on his body, shook off the black residue from his hair, and rubbed his ears before raising his head and glaring at Nina, “How many times has the captain said, don't get so startled?”

Nina, still radiating brilliant sunlight and not yet fully cooled down, heard teacher Morris's words and instantly scratched her face embarrassingly, but before she could speak, Taran El's flustered voice came from beside her: “Is that how you're supposed to use 'startle'?”

Morris puffed up, glaring fiercely, “Just say whether you exploded it or not!”

It was not easy to make this usually calm and refined scholar lose his composure to such an extent. Nina was seeing her teacher nearly jumping up to curse for the first time, but more surprising than this trivial matter was Master Taran El beside her.

Just a moment ago, he was just a bewildered apparition, but now he had transformed into a vivid “mental entity.” He stood amidst the swirling dust, although a bit disheveled by the recent “Sun Shock,” he was clearly fully “awake” now.

The scholar currently stared blankly at the still-fading Nina, looking thoroughly shaken.

Obviously, being bombarded by the sun in such a moment of awakening was a bit too much stimulation for a middle-aged man in suboptimal health.

Chapter end

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