Chapter 602 – The Dream of the Growing Nameless One
Chapter 602 – The Dream of the Growing Nobody
It was as if it wasn’t until Lucrecia raised her voice to remind him that Taran-El snapped to the realization of the violation in his environment, and he turned his head to look out the window in shock, freezing for a long time at the sight of the large, lush tree that blocked most of the sunlight from the window before his face paled and he quickly walked towards the window.
He stood at the window and looked outward at the large tree, a puzzled look appearing on his face, as if he still couldn’t be sure which of his memories and the reality in front of him had gone wrong, and it was only after a few moments that he finally reacted and immediately shook his head, “No, there is no such tree.”
The great scholar said, raising his hand and pointing to the roof opposite the tree, “Remember that time when the sun went out? I jumped out of this window and onto the roof of the opposite side of the house – there was definitely no shade from this tree at that time.”
Lucrecia came to the window as well, and looked down at the large tree – she saw it rooted in a corner of the courtyard, in a position that appeared to stand out, and yet another portion of its roots burrowed out of the soil, blending in with the nearby steps and ground, as if it had been rooted here for a long time.
She looked back and saw the stony expression on Taran-El’s face.
“The Dream of the Nameless One is still growing, ma’am,” the great scholar broke the silence, his tone serious and low, “and some parts of it …… have been able to spread into the real world during the day. ”
“It’s not just spreading, Maestro,” Lucrecia reminded, “If I hadn’t warned you, you wouldn’t even notice the tree’s abnormality right now – and even I didn’t react until after all this time had gone by that something was wrong. Remember? It was outside the window as soon as I walked into this room.”
Taran-El didn’t say anything, just looked out the window with a stony expression, at the nameless tree that had taken root in the real world, at the streets and rooftops in the distance, at the entire city-state as far as the eye could reach.
“It is very difficult for a person to notice the weird and bizarre aspects of the dream itself in a dream …… The subconscious mind rationalizes all of the light and strange aspects of the dream to prevent us from being scared to death by our own dreams,” After an unknown period of silence, the great scholar finally turned his head, and “The borders between reality and dreams blur, ma’am, and perhaps the entirety of Lightwind Harbor won’t wake up again anytime soon, and no one knows if the city-state will still exist then, or what form it will take …… We must stop the Dream of the Nameless from continuing to grow. ”
“Take your information and a clear head, organize your thoughts and go to Consul Sara Mayer, he needs help now,” Lucrecia said, “It would be best to meet Ted as well, that Keeper of Truth’s Secrets is burnt out as well, I’m afraid.”
“I’m on my way,” Taran-El said immediately, but then couldn’t help but glance at Lucrecia, “…… And you?”
This “witch” wasn’t a member of Light Wind Harbor, but she was clearly interfering in this matter now, and based on Talan Ayer’s understanding of Lucrecia, she definitely wouldn’t stand by at a critical moment.
“I have no less on my mind than you do,” Lucrecia waved her hand, the edges of her figure already beginning to fade, “The Dream of the Nameless One is sure to reappear, and I’m going to prepare for this night – and I have my sights set on more than not only on Lightwind Harbor.”
The words fell, and without waiting for Taran-El to react, the witch lady’s figure had already thudded into a flurry of colored paper, fluttering out of the room in a suddenly swirling whirlwind.
In the harbor area, on the upper deck of the Bright Star ship docked at the shore, the flying colored paper pieces rotated and drilled into the cabin, and re-coalesced into the figure of the witch in the sea.
A tin sailor cobbled together from pieces of scrap iron, bolts, and water pipes immediately stepped forward, and with creaky steps he bowed to the captain, “Mistress, Mr. Tirian is looking for you, the call came in an hour ago.”
“I know, I felt it,” Lucrecia said quickly, “Go get some help, bring all the photo and video equipment from the warehouse up on deck, point it at the docks of Lightwind Harbor, set the timer to record the changes in Lightwind Harbor after nine o’clock this evening, go. ”
The tin sailor immediately bent down, “Yes, Mistress.”
The rusty sailor departed, the creaking footsteps fading away, Lucrecia frowned at the other’s back and muttered in a low voice, “Time to oil up ……”
She then shook her head and took a step to the crystal ball, waving her hand to light up the crystal.
After a few moments of patient waiting, Tirian’s figure appeared in the crystal ball.
“Looks like you’ve been busy on your end as well,” as soon as they met, Tirian immediately spoke, “Is the situation in Lightwind Harbor still deteriorating?”
“I saw a tree outside Taran El’s lab today, a tree that ‘grew’ from the dream world into the real world,” Lucrecia said calmly, “The city is gradually falling into the Dream of the Nameless One, or The Dream of the Nameless One is slowly ‘coming up’ from the real world – either way, the problem here is indeed getting worse. But let’s talk about your side first, with the news coming so early in the morning, it looks like what I feared has happened after all.”
“Three cases of ‘sleeping sickness’ have been reported within the elven settlement near Cemetery No. 2,” Tirian didn’t sell himself short, “Three elves are unconscious, but other than that no illnesses can be detected, and the situation is similar to the one you mentioned earlier, The situation is very close to the case of lethargy you mentioned earlier, which appeared in the city-state of Prand, but the difference is that this time the psychiatrist’s hypnosis and dream interventions were ineffective.”
“Hypnosis and dream interventions were ineffective ……”
“Yes, according to the psychiatrist’s report, the case of those three elves is very much like ‘dreamless’ – you should know about this particular ‘birth defect’ among elves ‘,” Tirian nodded, “the psychiatrists simply couldn’t find any dream entrances for the three ‘patients’, and it was as if their spirits had fallen into an endless void and had disappeared into the real world …… If all means of awakening are ineffective, then we can only rely on the infusion of nutrient fluids to maintain their vital signs first.”
Lucrecia’s brows gradually furrowed, and she did not speak in her contemplation.
Tirian’s voice then continued, “I’m not worried about the current situation, the three unconscious patients aren’t enough to put any pressure on the city-state, but I’m worried about the situation continuing to develop – Frost is located on the northern border, and elves have always loved borders, this city-state now has thousands of registered elves people and are spread out in various urban areas, if this ‘lethargy’ spreads quickly, then I’m afraid that Frost’s well-stabilized order will have to face another onslaught.”
“I know, but you’d better make some mental preparations,” Lucrecia finally spoke up, “Dad is trying to find the source of the Dream of the Nameless One, but it’ll take time – from what you mentioned, this dream’s sphere of influence isn’t even limited to Lightwind Harbor, but rather directly affects the race of ‘elves’ …… There are clues that it points to the original beliefs of the elves, involving the gods, and you should know how troubling that can be.”
The corners of Tirian’s mouth twitched visibly, and he was silent for several seconds before speaking with a cautious look on his face, “If, and I mean if, worst case scenario your side might actually have to contend with an out-of-control Ancient God, not a sunchild or a replica of one from the deep, but a deity trapped in the memories of the race… . do you think father he ……”
Lucrecia knew what her older brother was trying to say.
It had been many years since the siblings had worried about their father – or rather, they used to, but in a completely different direction. They were both a little uncomfortable discussing it now.
After several seconds, Lucrecia finally exhaled softly, “I’ll yell for him to cheer, and then stand away and watch.”
Tirion: “……”
“Or what?” Lucrecia glanced at her older brother in the crystal ball, “Rush up and get randomly punched by Dad like you did? How many poisonous mushrooms do I have to eat before I run and intervene in a fight at that level?”
Tirion’s expression was subtle, “…… I know, but can you stop mentioning that I got punched in the face by my father all the time ……”
“Then you got caught by dad watching a lap dance.”
“…… Change the subject.”
Lucrecia casually ended the communication.
The sea witch wore a pleasant expression on her face.
The elder brother’s side seems to be in good spirits, which is good.
She sat in front of the crystal ball for a moment, organizing her thoughts, then raised her hand and tapped the surface of the crystal ball once more.
“Rabbi, I know you’re listening.”
A shimmering light floated in the depths of the crystal ball for a moment, and it was only after a few moments that Rabi’s shrill, little-girl-like voice came from within the crystal ball, “Mistress~Shhhh~Rabi’s acting stealthily……”
“It looks like you’ve found where they’re hiding,” Lucrecia said faintly, “Can you determine which city-state it is?”
“It doesn’t seem to be a city-state,” the shimmering light in the crystal ball slowly shifted brightly and dimly, and the rabbi’s voice sounded rather smug, “I’m looking through their memories, and it looks like this is a ship …… “
“A ship?”
“Well~ this group of cultists, built a ship oh,” the rabbi said smugly, purposely lengthening his pitch and using a rhythm that was rather tiresome and irritating, “Here to~ everywhere, it smells like blood~!”
Lucrecia was stunned for a moment, she didn’t care about Rabi’s intentionally annoying tone, but instead, an expression of unexpected joy gradually appeared on her face–
Rabi had found one of the cultists’ maritime strongholds?
……
Waves lapped against the hull of the ship outside the cabin, the pressure relief valves of the steam pipes hissed in the compartmentalized partitions of the cabin, and a distracting sound came from the direction of the machinery compartment – the slim man sat up from his bed, annoyance adding to the gloom of his already grimy-looking face.
He sat on the edge of the bed and fumed for a moment, then casually picked up a nearby wine glass and drained its contents.
Last night’s action did not go well, the original well thought out arrangement was interrupted by a sudden unexpected situation, that girl who acted with the Profound Hound actually erupted a terrifyingly bizarre power from her body, instantly destroying those Sun’s Remnants – this was completely beyond everyone’s expectations.
And the horrible oppressive feeling brought about by those madly spreading flames is still in the heart of every fellow church member who was close to the scene at that time.
The shadowy man sighed, put down his glass of wine, and got up from the bed.
A morning’s rest in his room would not dissipate the pressure, so perhaps it was time to check on the others.
He shook his head and stood on the edge of the bed to sober up, turning towards the door.
But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something, and his feet subconsciously stopped.
He bent down and looked at the white, fluffy mass at the end of the bed –
“Cotton?”
(End of chapter)