Chapter 591: Long Dead

Chapter 591 – Dead Already
When Duncan opened the door to the captain’s cabin, the “goat’s head” placed on the edge of the navigation table immediately reacted – as if in a half-awake sleep it raised its head and slowly turned to the doorway, then recognized the figure that appeared in the doorway.

“Ah, we meet again,” the dark wooden statue spoke, with a peculiar slowness in its words, completely different from the usual noisy goat-head that chattered on and on and on, “You left in a hurry… …”

“You remember me?” Duncan said, casually closing the door to the captain’s cabin and heading for the sailing table.

He walked past the front of the antique oval mirror near the door of the room, and a hazy light floated in that mirror as Agatha’s illusory, transparent figure flickered through it.

The goat’s head on the table, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice Agatha’s presence, its gaze still rested on Duncan, and while following Duncan’s footsteps and slowly turning its head, it spoke sluggishly, “I remember you, ah, it does seem a bit uncanny, after all, there’s a lot of things that I can’t remember, and this feeling of being able to remember someone clearly …… is marvelous.”

Duncan came over to the navigation table and looked down at the charts on the table.

The chart still showed a projection of the lush forest, with the illusory silhouette representing the Lost Country floating above the forest, traveling slowly through the clouds as if patrolling the entire forest.

Duncan quickly compared it with the image in his memory, and confirmed that this “sea of forests” had not changed much compared to the last time, only the position of the “Lost Country” had indeed moved a lot.

“I did leave in a hurry last time,” Duncan nodded, casually remarking as he took a seat at the sailing table, his gaze sweeping the oval mirror not far from him before naturally settling on the goat’s head, “How’s Silentis?”

“She’s sleeping peacefully now,” Goathead said slowly, “She was just startled last …… time, I hope that didn’t do anything to you.”

“That’s okay, I don’t care.” Duncan said, placing his hand on the table again, quietly and cautiously mobilizing the power of the flame.

At the edge of his vision, wisps of ghostly green fire floated across the captain’s chamber.

Duncan quickly controlled the spread of those flames, suppressing them to their current state to prevent them from re-irritating the goat-head’s mouth, Silentis, while finally determining something else in his mind.

Those flames were not summoned by him just now, but were “embers” that he had left on the Lost Country ship in the real world during the daytime.

The situation was the same as he expected – the flames left on the Lost Country ship in the real world could “burn through” the border between the dream world and the reality, and synchronized on the Lost Country ship with a weird atmosphere, and the flames that were “sent” to this side in this way, were the flames that were “sent” to this side, and the flames that were “sent” to this side, were the flames that were “sent” to this side. The flames “sent” to this side in this way are the same as realizing the “smuggling” in the dream world, as long as the spread of them is well controlled, they will not cause too strong a stimulus to Silentis.

In a sense, these projected flames had become the “intrinsic structure” of this ship with its strange atmosphere, unlike the flames he had summoned here last time, which were regarded as “foreign objects that disturbed the dream world”.

Duncan exhaled softly and commanded the flames to subside, hibernate, and retreat once more into the crevices between the decks, walls, and roof.

He had found a way to get the flames in here safely, and with one or two more repetitions, he might be able to use the “smuggled” flames to burn all over the strange Lost Country, and take complete control of the ship, which had been transformed from the shadow of the Lost Country.

The goat’s head, on the other hand, did not react to Duncan’s actions – the flames that quietly appeared in the room seemed as if they did not exist to it, and it just stayed quietly, as if it was a real wooden statue as long as there was no conversation with Duncan.

“Has Silantis been dreaming?” Duncan sensed the slow wandering of those fires on this ship and began to exchange words with the goat’s head on the table as if he were gossiping, “That whole forest out there, it’s all Silantis’s dreams?”

“Outside?” The goat head shook his head sluggishly, “I don’t know what ‘outside’ you are talking about, but Silantis has indeed been dreaming, she …… has been dreaming for a long, long time, and that dream does indeed have lush forests and …… them.”

Duncan’s mind immediately fluttered, “Who are they?”

The goat’s head hung its head slightly, as if it was about to fall into a half-dreaming state again, but after a few moments, it responded, “They are the beings born in the …… forests, and a long, long time ago, they gave their race a name, called elves… …”

Duncan’s eyes stared momentarily-

The answer itself did not surprise him, but what came to his mind at this moment were the words uttered by the goat-heads when he had talked to them on the Lost Country in the real world – “Remember them”!
The meaning of the “them” mentioned by the two goatheads should be the same!

Remember them …… Why emphasize the word “remember” in particular? And the goat head eventually forgot “them”…… this “forget”, and because of what?
Duncan’s eyes changed several times in an instant, and in the rapid connection of the clues, he felt that he was almost certain of the bold conjecture about Goathead’s true identity – so his expression became serious, and in an extraordinarily solemn manner, he gazed into Goathead’s eyes.

“What is your name?” He asked.

The goat-head, however, did not answer; it only uttered a series of vague grunts, like a dream.

“Are you Sasloca?” Duncan, however, did not care, but continued to ask, unconsciously leaning forward slightly, “Creator of Elven lore, maker of the original dreamscape, creator and patron of Silantis – is your name, not Sasloca?” The goathead’s muffled grunts stopped abruptly.

Its head shook from side to side as if reacting to Duncan’s mention of the name, and after a few seconds of hesitation and contemplation, it finally raised its head slowly –

“Sasloca is dead, long, long ago.”

……

“They died a long, long time ago, and when the world died, no living thing could move past that day.”

The never-ending wind and sand rolled over the entire sand sea again and again like the cycle of fate, the giant clad in tattered robes sat down cross-legged between a pile of hideous and twisted rocks, his huge body seemed to deter the sand and dust, so that the disorderly wind stayed a few meters away from the pile, so that the sand and dust wouldn’t fall on the body of the “traveler”.

He was still talking about the past.

Vanna sat across from the giant, taking a short break as a good listener.

The rolling “shadows” that looked like the ruins of a city were now near them, and could be seen if they looked up.

The journey had been shortened – Vanna could clearly feel it.

At normal walking speed, she and the giant could not have reached the ruins in such a short time.

This uncanny phenomenon was obviously related to the giant’s companion – it seemed that by traveling with the giant, the “distance” of the journey would be shortened.

After thinking about this, Vanna didn’t hide her suspicions, and directly told her guesses.

The giant replied frankly: “I can reach any corner of this ‘world’ in a day, this is my ability, because only in this way can I observe and record all the changes that happen in this world at any time – Observe and record, this is my ability! -Observe and record, this is my duty.”

Saying this, he shook his head again and sighed a little, “Only …… there is nothing to observe and record in this world now.”

Vanna lifted her head and looked somewhat out of her mind at the ruined wreckage not far away.

It was indeed the ruins of a city, as she had suspected at first – yet at first glance, she could barely connect the ruins to a “city”.

It was a succession of grey-black boulders, jagged and grotesque, spreading like a jungle across the sandy landscape, with no trace of the buildings that had once belonged to them, or of the civilization that had sculpted them.

Vanna couldn’t imagine what kind of disaster could have turned a magnificent city into this – it was as if the entire city had melted in an instant, with more than half of the city’s material becoming gaseous in the blink of an eye, and the rest of the structure melting and flowing, then solidifying in the intense cooling that followed, to become these jagged pieces of stone. stone blocks.

But if it really was some kind of instantaneous high temperature …… why would the vast expanse of land beyond the city appear as a sea of sand?
That kind of heat would have melted the sand and turned it into a glass-like substance, and there wouldn’t have been any desert around the city at all, but rather it would have turned into a block of sintered obsidian ground.

Vanna didn’t do very well in her cultural classes, but that kind of basic knowledge was still there.

“What the hell happened to make the city look like this?” She couldn’t help but ask the giant, “You just mentioned that the world died …… What killed the world?”

The giant lowered his head, his furrowed face resembling a stone carving, his eyes that seemed to burn with murky flames gazing into Vanna’s eyes.

“Do not try to understand that Doom, it is beyond the minds of mortals, even beyond the wisdom of the gods – when it came, those who worshipped me had pleaded with me for help, and I looked toward the Doom, and it burned through my reason and my soul, traveler . . that is not something that can be described in words.”

The giant said, slowly raising his hand and pointing to the blood-colored crack in the sky.

“The only thing I can tell you is that when the end came, ‘erosions’ that were not of this world swarmed out of that rift, and in an instant they shattered the earth beneath our feet, and caused it to reorganize itself in agony, and everything that was glorious about us was turned to dust in the erosion. ”

(End of chapter)