Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Chapter 637 Collision_2 Chapter 639: Chapter 637 Collision_2 Fire appeared in the forest–there was no precise origin, as if in an instant, countless trees had become blazing torches, a destructive tide that began to devour the World Tree that covered the earth.

Sherry looked in horror as the flames spread across her field of vision, watching everything–the twisting earth, the lush forest, the shadows in the air, the tentacles and flesh spreading between heaven and earth–all shrouded in flames in the blink of an eye.

She heard a huge noise, countless creatures shrieking in the flames, and she heard terrifying thunder. But the thunder didn't come from the sky, it was the branches of Silantis breaking amid fire and distortion, crashing down on the earth like continuous peaks.

The paper boat rocked left and right in the howling heatwave, and the terrifying sight of the sky and earth burning simultaneously made Sherry instinctively curl up in the boat. As she curled up, she looked up to see the edges of Silantis's branches fracturing and falling from the sky, engulfed in flames, and in the crashing downfall of the treetops, she could finally see the true form of the sky.

A suffocating shadow filled her vision, and she felt her heart stop beating in that instant.

She heard Silantis speaking in her heart–or perhaps it was the whole world telling her about the destruction and doom that had occurred before ancient times–
“…And then, the sky fell, invisible things struck our world, slowly struck our world… We couldn't see it, couldn't understand it, couldn't think about it… What about you? You beings who sprang forth after the darkness, can you see it?”

Fenna's eyes widened as she watched the blood-red cracks in the sky gradually blossom across her vision, the entire sky tearing open like a cracked eggshell, and then, in a chilling manner, it began to collapse inward, and then, a burning sea of fire slowly rolled down from that shattered sky–
“As their 'god,' I felt 'its' arrival earlier than they did, I sensed something invisible approaching our world, I sensed the end of history–on the pillar of annals in my hand, a crack appeared, and after that, nothing was recorded anymore, the flames… extinguished at the edge of my vision.”

A deep, oppressive howl and a strange squeaking sound emerged from the sky and earth, as if the world itself was uttering its final moan, and Fenna finally understood what she was seeing, finally grasped the “answer” the giants had never understood.

A tall figure emerged from the corner of her eye and came to the edge of the crater.

Fenna saw the giant standing there, looking up at the sky.

“From fire and stone it begins, from fire and stone it ends–Traveler, I feel it, 'it' has come again… You see it, don't you? You see it clearer than I do… Because you come from a different stream of time, you come from after the darkness, you have eyes that were born afterward, you can understand it…”
On the paper-folded boat, in the field of vision of Sherry and Lucrasia, the inverted land was continually sagging down, and they could finally see many of its surface structures–
In an instant, Sherry thought she saw mountain ranges and plentiful rivers on that inverted continent, saw stone-constructed megalopolises standing among mountains and plains, saw huge aqueducts and stretching roads connecting countless lights, under which lay fertile farmlands.

But in the next instant, she saw that land suddenly fall into desolation, in some sort of… “boiling” illusion, that land turned into a landscape filled with deserts and fragmented stone.

Another world had crushed down.

The land that fell from the sky first touched the treetops of Silantis.

In silence, the final collapse of everything began from that “contact point” and spread throughout the world…
In increasingly chaotic and disordered sandstorms, in front of Fenna, that tower symbolizing “the last man on earth” seemed to have changed.

It started to shake, to crumble, its upper layers that looked like scorched stone suddenly cracked open, revealing some sort of ash-gray… “skin.”

The tower began to shrink, as if time was reversing, it slowly shrank down, changing back into the shape of a “human.”

An inverted, burning forest had completely replaced the entire sky, another continent had crushed onto this world, and in that blazing forest, Fenna finally saw some of the geography her companions once described, which they had seen while moving through the Dream of the Nameless.

The “tower” finally collapsed.

At the moment the entire world recalled the day of the end, it too recalled its original form in the memory.

It turned into a human.

A Senkin person, his skin rough like rock and marked with metallic patterns.

His form continued to shrink until soon, it would be so small that even Fenna could not make it out at this distance.

He seemed to be issuing a cry of terror–in the final minute before the great eradication, this being who had been frozen through countless ages finally took a step in the stream of time.

“Traveler,” the giant's voice came, the aged deity in tattered robes bent down toward Fenna, and he forcefully planted his huge staff into the ground, then fished something out from his chest to place in front of Fenna, “Take it.”

Fenna looked astonished at what the giant handed to her.

It was a sun, emitting a dazzling light, quietly burning in the river of time.

She lifted her head, but before she could voice her query, the giant gently shook his head, “You can take it now–Traveler, I've remembered, I've remembered it all… Our sun is free now, take it, it should no longer sink in this illusory dream.”

Fenna extended her hand somewhat confusedly–the bright orb fell into her palm.

It radiated a warm heat.

The giant smiled, straightened up, and turned away.

“What are you going to do?” Fenna asked incredulously behind him.

“Tell him not to be afraid.”

“Wait…”

“It's okay, Traveler, all journeys must end, and we must part from each other someday… because Tarrikin died, long, long ago.

“Also, I'll give you this staff as a memento.”

The giant never turned back in the end, he just waved and then stepped toward the deep pit.

With each step, his body grew taller.

But with each step, his figure became more ethereal.

The ruin known as “The Archives,” too, gradually vanished with the steps of the giant.

The god who recorded history finally disappeared in the sandstorm, the last person ever recorded by history vanished in the slow and unstoppable collision of two worlds–
In this boundless desolation and sandstorm, Fenna slowly lifted her head.

The burning Silantis hung high in this world.

Now was the last second of the great eradication.

The world of the Senkin People was destroyed in the final collision with Silantis.

Chapter end

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