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Chapter 645: Return to Tranquility

Amidst this surreal landscape, an expansive body of water appeared, its surface rippling with gentle waves that danced in sync with the flames. As the darkness dispersed, a city began to emerge within the fiery chaos, its outlines solidifying into distinct, robust architectures.

From the prow of the Vanished, Duncan watched the scene, reminiscent of ancient elven tales of Saslokhaa realm where dreams form and life begins in chaos.

The scene mirrored the dawn of creation itself.

As the new world reached its zenith, sunlight kissed the vast blue ocean.

The flames withdrew almost imperceptibly, and the morning sun cast its radiant light from the horizon, bathing the endless waters and the awakening Wind Harbor in golden light. The engulfing nightmare was receding, and with the sunrise, all that was consumed seemed poised to return to its rightful reality, including transient illusions reverting to their original forms.

Approaching the ship was a colossal black goat, once revered as a deity and creator, moving majestically across the water to the ships side in one decisive step. It bowed its head, its sharp horns pressing gently against the ships tall mast, a faint green flame flickering at the tip.

I return the flame to you, Captain, it announced.

Observing the humanoid goat, Duncan responded with a touch of pride, I could have managed on my own. Your intervention wasnt necessary

Yet it is most fitting that I perform this act, the black goat countered, its voice heavy with meaning. Long ago, I brought her into being, and it is only proper that I now guide her into her final voyage.

Duncan nodded solemnly, acknowledging the sentiment.

There is no cause for sorrow, the black goat continued, what has transpired was meant to be. It happened long before our Deep Sea Era. The nightmare was just a fleeting shadow, and allowing it to spread would dishonor her memory. Besides

The goat paused, prompting Duncans curiosity. Besides what?

A hint of amusement crossed the black goats face. It seems you have already taken her away, havent you? it remarked, a realization dawning.

Youve noticed something, Duncan admitted, taken aback.

I dont see the full picture, but I sense it, the goat replied slowly, its eyes reflecting the pale green flames on the ships deck. Your flames essence has taken Atlantis to a realm beyond my reach. I believe its a peaceful sanctuary for my young sapling.

As the sunlight grew stronger, giant rune circles known as Vision 001 began to rise from the horizon. The light rendered the goats massive form almost translucent.

The dream is over, and we must return to our duties, the goat declared, gazing towards the emerging Vision 001 with nostalgia. They have indeed created something remarkable

Then, as the dawn light strengthened, the goats figure began to dissolve, vanishing as effortlessly as a bubble pops in sunlight, fading quietly into the morning air.

Duncan turned to Lune, the elder elf, now reverted to his original form, who appeared confused.

I would have thought youd come to meet Saslokha, Duncan said casually. After all, this is the Creator from your legends, and you might be the last elf to see its legendary form. Bringing it back like this isnt usually within my power.

Coming out of his daze, Lune smacked his forehead, realizing the missed opportunity. Ah! I wasnt quick enough to react!

Duncan smiled wryly. Its no great loss. Youll still have opportunities to interact with it. But from now on, youll need to visit the captains quarters if you want to talk to my first mate, who, coincidentally, has a goats head.

As Duncan headed towards the deck, Nina greeted him joyously: Uncle Duncan!

He caught the lively little sun who leaped into his arms, then looked up at others approaching.

Wind Harbor appears restored, Vanna observed, joining Duncan and pointing towards the city now bathed in sunlight. But well see what its really like inside.

As the ship approached the dock, Lucretia expressed her cautious plans. Once were docked, Ill assess the citys condition, she stated. If our theories about the dreamers visions are correct, the city should normalize after the dream ends. But, given the unprecedented events, Im wary of potential lingering effects.

Meanwhile, Morris noted the approaching Cathedral Ark, a city-state on the waves, signaling the Academy Arks attempt to establish communication.

Duncan recognized this as predictable. Of course they would; after all, their leader, the Pope, is still with us. He pointed towards Lune, now purposefully heading toward the captains quarters. This is a great opportunity for you to reconnect with your mentor, Morris. Its been a while since youve seen him outside the realm of dreams.

Morris nodded and headed to the captains quarters.

Turning to Vanna, whose resilience seemed undiminished by recent challenges, Duncan asked, How are you holding up, Vanna? Shouldnt you rest properly in your room? He remembered how she had nearly collapsed from exhaustion when he helped her aboard. Yet now, she appeared energized.

Vanna tested herself by jumping in place, stretching, and patting her chest triumphantly. I feel quite refreshed, actually, she declared. Just a short rest on deck was enough to restore my strength.

Duncan was briefly speechless, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement, while Shirley expressed disbelief, Its really unbelievable. To think that an athlete could recover from being scorched by the sun not just twenty-seven times, but bounce back after just a short break outdoors

Vanna corrected her seriously, Actually, it was twenty-eight times, not twenty-seven. I must have miscounted earlier because of the heat.

As Vanna and Shirley walked away, debating the number of times, Duncan shook his head in amusement.

Thats nice, a soft voice called.

Duncan turned to see Alice, delicate as a porcelain doll, sitting on a large barrel at the decks edge. She enjoyed the sunlight, her legs swinging over the side as she swayed with the ships motion.

Thats nice she repeated with a contented sigh.

Curious, Duncan moved closer and asked, Whats so nice?

Startled by his sudden approach, Alice nearly fell off the barrel. She gasped and quickly grabbed Duncans arm to steady herself. Oh! You startled me!

Her heart still racing, Alice steadied herself on the barrel, holding onto Duncan. You really gave me a scare, she laughed relievedly.

Duncan chuckled warmly and gently smoothed her hair. Whats making you sigh so contentedly? he asked.

Alice sighed deeply, filled with profound relief as she surveyed their surroundings. Its the peace of normalcy thats so delightful, she reflected, her eyes sweeping over the now calm city-state. No catastrophic blaze, no bizarre treesit all looks just as I remember. Our ship sails on the docile sea, no longer hovering above that eerie, haunting forest And I can go back to my usual tasks, the simplicity of scrubbing the deck, the routine of cooking in the galley.

As she contemplated her days duties, Alice sprang from her seat with cat-like agility and dashed off. She called out to Duncan, waving energetically, The day has begun! Time to prepare breakfast! Just you wait, Captain!

Duncan watched as Alice, the small whirlwind, hurried across the deck. Her rush led to a mishap when she ran into a taut rope, causing her to tumble into Shirley and Dog, sparking a small, chaotic scene. Meanwhile, Vanna rushed to retrieve Alices headpiece, which had flown off in the commotion.

This minor disturbance seemed to awaken the usual lively rhythm aboard the Vanished.

After watching the scene with a mix of amusement and reflection, Duncans gaze returned to the oversized barrel where Alice had been sitting. He nudged it with his foot, pondering their recent conversation. Do the rest of you find comfort in this return to our regular ways? he wondered aloud, though more to himself than to anyone else.

The barrel wobbled slightly under his touch, and to his surprise, the lid popped off, revealing it crammed with an assortment of wave amulets. The barrel had served multiple purposes: storing Vannas amulets, providing a seat for Alice, perhaps even as a makeshift desk for Dogs homework or a canvas for Shirleys sketches. It seemed to silently protest its varied roles.

A rueful grin appeared on Duncans face as he carefully replaced the lid.

He then sat on the closed barrel, his eyes drawn to the horizon where the sun bathed everything in golden light. It was a moment of peace in a world that had recently been too chaotic. For Duncan and the crew of the Vanished, this simple return to ordinary moments was indeed a cherished respite.