Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 815: Chapter 812: Sand and Fire

The fragmented memories thunderously reshaped themselves; the distorted cognition realigned in an instant as if the entire world reverted with a breath. Fenna heard an ethereal roar deep within her consciousness—in this roaring, she once again became aware of her “self”.

The sky full of yellow sand was being battered by an invisible force, swirling and dispersing in the wind. Streams of black smoke emerged from nowhere, reintegrating into Fenna’s body. She remembered her name, her origins, and how she came to be here. She recalled the affairs of the Homeloss and her own captain.

She turned around and saw a tall, majestic figure standing beside her, silently watching her, as if it had been there for a very long time.

Fenna finally took a long breath. After a brief moment of disorientation and confusion, she calmed herself down and began to speak softly as if to herself: “I feel like I’ve had a very long dream—what a long journey it has been.”

“Fortunately, you did not completely lose yourself,” Duncan revealed a slight smile, “For a moment, deep within the burnt history, I almost couldn’t see your shadow.”

Fenna felt a tinge of fright but quickly cast the emotion aside. She looked around and realized that the boundless desert and the ruined cities within had not disappeared with her “awakening”.

Everything here was not an “illusion” designed just for her but rather something that truly existed at this “node,” akin to a type of “anomaly.” It is the Dreamscape of the Eternal Ember, a “reality” on another level—she merely awoke within the dream of an ancient god but has not yet left the vast Dreamscape.

However, as she gained awareness, changes occurred here—the bustling city that was about to become visible in her perception receded into the shadows; the phantoms and sounds of the streets had utterly vanished. Now, within the quiet city, amidst a silent wasteland of ruins, only the floating lights still illuminated the broken walls without a sound.

“Burnt history…” she couldn’t help but repeat the words of her captain softly, finally understanding the nature of this desert. Then she remembered her experiences: “But I saw many things here—the coronation of the Frost Queen, a gathering during the great archaeological discovery period of the old City-State era, and the wanted notice by the Mist Fleet. Those must be parts that weren’t ‘burnt’.”

Hearing Fenna’s words, Duncan calmly uttered, “… A lingering warmth remains.”