Chapter 488: Arson in the deep sea
Chapter 488 – Deep Sea Arson
Rei Nora’s tone was light and calm, as if many years ago, she had already planned all the end scenarios for her destiny – whether it was to be trapped in a nightmare for eternity or to suffer eternal exile, it was just a part of what was bound to happen in these planned futures of hers.
As Duncan thought, the Frost Queen had never prepared for her “resurrection” – returning to earth had never been part of her plan.
But Duncan found this attitude strange.
“Are you really willing to give everything for Frost? Even give more than your life?” He turned his head and looked at Rae Nora’s eyes curiously, “You lived in a cage underneath the church for more than ten years, you weren’t treated as a human until you were twelve years old, you were watched, shackled, and subjected to tests, every thought you had, every dream word you uttered, was subjected to repeated dissections as possibilities of betrayal of the human race, and you did everything you could, and at the end of the day, you were still was branded the ‘Mad Queen’ and pushed to the guillotine …… I don’t want to judge anyone from a shady perspective, but at least logically, I’m deeply surprised by your decision.”
Rae Nora fell silent as she leaned back on her sleeping bed, looking up at the veil high above her, as if her thoughts had spread out far and wide, and after an unknown amount of time, she suddenly smiled and shook her head, “Yeah …… why would I do that… …”
She turned her head and gazed silently into Duncan’s eyes.
“You know, they could have actually burned me – way, way back, on the day I first woke up from a nightmare, before I learned to say ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom ‘, before I realized that I was a human being …… Captain, perhaps my statement misinterpreted something for you, and you think I should resent that cold city, but the truth is …… it was that city that did everything in its power to keep me to live.
“And on a broader perspective, it is our delicate and fragile ‘civilized world’ that is doing everything it can to keep everyone alive – including natural born psychics like me, even if they have to use chains, have to use iron cages, to keep me in a dungeon for ten years, they never expected me to die in that cold place …… they expected me to come back as a human.
“I didn’t resent anyone, Captain, they didn’t treat me cruelly – because the world treats everyone cruelly, and everyone just does the best they can.”
The former Queen of Frost sighed softly, before finally rising slowly and stepping out of her cage-like sleeping bed – the only difference in this bed from the decade she spent in the cathedral cellar was perhaps just one less set of bars.
She sauntered to the end of the room, to Duncan’s side, and looked out over the deep, chaotic, dark sea beyond.
“My parents and the people in the church, doing their best to keep me alive, me and my supporters, doing our best to make the city-state safe, that Consul Winston and his successive predecessors, doing their best to accomplish what I failed to do-except that in many instances, doing one’s best doesn’t necessarily mean success. Failure naturally has its price.”
She slowly raised her arm, pointing it toward the great tentacle in the darkness.
“Even the Ancient Gods, aren’t they also facing failure?”
“…… If your theory is correct, then new errant replicas will inevitably appear, awakening from the earthly creation,” Duncan mused for a moment, speaking slowly, “Destroying the errant replicas here will not address the the fundamentals of the entire world.”
“There will be others who will ‘do their best’,” Rae Nora said calmly, turning her head to Duncan, “What about you? Will you step in?”
Duncan was silent, and after a few moments he broke the silence softly, “Try my best.”
“That is enough,” Rae Nora smiled, “Then do it, I have slept for too long and now it is time to wake up from this nightmare …… It is also time for ‘Him to be ‘ relieved.”
There was urgency in her tone, as if she couldn’t wait.
Duncan hesitated for a long time before finally nodding in silence.
In the next second, a cluster of ghostly green flames suddenly appeared around him, which swirled and swelled, gradually transforming into a swirling doorway.
He walked towards that doorway, and just then, Rae Nora’s expression suddenly changed slightly.
She stared blankly at the rising green flames, as if looking at a long and hazy memory, and then turned her head violently to look at Duncan, who was about to step through the gate, “It’s you?!”
Duncan stopped, and after a brief moment of confusion, he finally reacted to why the Frost Queen was acting like this.
“I suppose that doesn’t count as tainting history,” keeping his stance as he was about to step through the gate, he turned his face slightly sideways, “don’t you think?”
“So that’s how …… so that’s how …… it is,” Rae Nora murmured, the expression on her face changing rapidly several times, as if many things that had been troubling her for years had all become clear in an instant up, and then, as if a shimmering light gradually surfaced in the bottom of her eyes, she revealed for the first time a truly heartfelt and bright expression, and looked up at Duncan, waving her hand as if she were saying goodbye to an old friend many years ago, “Go ahead and do it without fear, I think …… we are making the right judgment. ” Duncan gave this Frost Queen one last deep look, and said no more, but took a step forward and stepped through the swirling flaming doors.
Rae Nora stood silently, watching the figure disappear into the room.
Just like many, many years ago, that knowledgeable and amiable old man disappeared into the morning light.
She slowly withdrew her gaze and turned, standing at the fragmented end of the room, looking at the ancient god’s tentacles that were in stasis, at her nightmares of the past half century, and all of her destiny and responsibilities.
From the darkness of the sea abyss there emerged wisps of green fire, at first like tiny glowing embers, but in an instant they expanded and grew stronger in a rapid spread, and began to spread and burn throughout the entire “pillar”.
A slight tremor appeared beneath the feet and rapidly grew stronger with time.
The mansion was shaking, the power that supported the dream was fading, the “connection point” between the “drifting land” and the outside world was rapidly disintegrating and disappearing, and the darkness outside the room seemed to suddenly surge, with countless layers of ripples and shadows of light frantically expanding and receding in the darkness. There were countless layers of ripples and shadows of light that expanded and retreated in the darkness, while the “tentacle of the ancient god” began to change in the suddenly imbalanced light and shadows – it seemed to be bending, and there was a hazy structure that extended and grew from its tip, and crossed the uncertain boundary between the real and the virtual, hanging down towards the fragmented room. fragmented room drooping and approaching.
Rei Nora, however, just stood still in front of this horrifying sight, watching the illusory, newborn tentacle continue to bend and extend towards her, watching it finally reach the invisible border, where the black “flesh” closed and opened on the surface of the invisible barrier.
Rei Nora slowly stretched out her hand, placed her palm on the surface of the diffuse and fluctuating flesh, and through the barrier of the dream world, she felt everything that came from her – confusion, nervousness, uneasiness, and a little regret.
“Yes …… I know, you don’t want to be in this world …… It’ll be over soon, think of it as a dream, and you’ll be back where you’re supposed to be… …
“I’ll be gone too, soon, when the anchor cable breaks, it’s time to disengage …… I may go far away, and I may never have a next destination, and even if my calculations are correct, it will probably be a journey too long to contemplate… …So if there’s a view to be had, I’ll enjoy it.”
The silent exchange continued in the dream world, and in these last moments before waking up, Rae Nora was suddenly a bit sentimental.
“After all this time together, I’ve never asked your name,” she said, gazing at the tentacle beyond the boundaries of the dreamworld, feeling the confused and broken messages that the other was sending – the vast majority of those messages couldn’t even be called complete “The vast majority of those messages could not even be called complete “thoughts”, but more like the occasional crumbs of inspiration from a broken soul in the midst of a difficult thought process, but in half a century of living together, she had long since become accustomed to how to “converse” with this shattered will. Of course, I know the title of the Holy Lord of the Profound, and I also know that you have other names …… but that is not your name ……
“Do you have a name? Whether it’s yours, or that of your ‘being’ …… It’s nothing, I’m just a little curious all of a sudden.”
In the midst of a mass of chaotic noise and murmuring, an extraordinarily clear passage of thought suddenly came through.
Rae Nora listened silently, as she had when she was a child, between those cold bars and shackles, to the muffled whisper from the depths of the ocean tide – a name that seemed to float through her mind as if in a half dream.
A wisp of a smile slowly surfaced on her lips, “LH-01 …… Ah, what a strange name …… Pilot One? Is that your original name?
“Okay, I remember, nice to meet you, Pilot One, so …… goodbye forever and good morning.”
A tsunami-like blazing flame burned from the depths of the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, it engulfed the tentacle that was touching the “drifting ground”, and in the flames, the erroneous replica of the ancient god returned to dust, and the earth returned to earth.
The burning flames even briefly eroded the barrier at the border of the dream world, blossoming into a bizarre but brilliant flower at Rei Nora’s feet, in the air around her, and at the edge of the room.
Rae Nora looked curiously at the leaping spiritual fires, reaching out to touch their edges.
The warm fire dissipated into her fingertips.
In the dark and cold depths of the sea, the sudden rise of the spectral flames illuminated the entire ocean almost like a coronal jet, illuminating the dark floating island that floated in the depths, illuminating the empty remains of the humanoid shells that floated like swarms of bees in the dark body of water.
Duncan quietly floated on the edge of the dark island, watching the spiritual flame ignited by himself burning fiercely, and its power even made him, the “arsonist”, feel a deep shock.
(End of chapter)