Breaking through chaos is no stranger to Lothar, who seems to have been dealing with chaos all the time, from past wars to his recent successes and departures in Heartless Bay as a crew member of the Black Arrow. But this does not mean that it is easy to get out of the situation in front of you, just as a medicine farmer who has been climbing the mountain for many years will always have the greatest respect and fear for the mountain, and losing attention to what he is familiar with is often the beginning of a hidden danger that begins to turn into a real loss. Therefore, Lothar is not fast.

This gave the two people behind the red curtain some time to see each other again in such a strange environment more calmly. Fioni had never seen Chantico look like this, she hadn't seen it when he told him he was leaving the waves, she hadn't seen it when she had met by chance during her years as a shapeshifter, and even the last time they had seen a warning when they wanted to kill him. It was like a sailor who had been adrift at sea for years, after having experienced storms and waves, running out of food and water, and passing through countless dangers, and saw the despair of the harbor of his hometown at the darkest dawn when he saw that the noisy harbor of his memory was only ruined. That's the fear that only a child who has lost his mother can look like.

It only took one glance for Fioni to know that the man he knew, the scorching Siren he had grown up with by the name of Chantico, was dead. What remains on the throne at the top of this pyramid is nothing more than a superficial form, hypocritically pretending to be a sapient being. But in the next moment, mixed sadness overwhelmed his reason, even though he knew that any comfort he had would be useless, and even if the other party had his own responsibility for becoming like this, Fioni still tried to arouse the other party's attention.

"It's not like you at all. The shapeshifter said in the softest tone he could use, and at this point, he didn't care if anyone would hear their conversation. Without the protection of the goddess, the so-called supreme third layer, the so-called red coral throne, has no meaning. Without the protection of the goddess, her priesthood has no meaning. Chantico didn't answer Fioni, her mouth opening and closing rapidly, silently reciting the teachings of Lady Tide, words that every Siren would recite since childhood and would be engraved in his mind for the rest of his life.

Fioni remembered that if he had raised the slightest objection to the teachings of Lady Tide, Chantico would immediately start reciting these words to stop him from continuing his blasphemous remarks. And every time, Fioni would be very angry because of the other party's attitude. For it seemed to him that many of the questions he had raised at that time were not serious enough to shake his faith in Lady Tide, but he was only puzzled by some of the habits and rituals that had been accumulated from generation to generation by the priests. Perhaps this was his problem, he couldn't devote himself to faith as wholeheartedly as Chantico.

It was this skepticism that made Fioni's faith seem unreverent to others. But in reality, Chanticle knew very well that the shapeshifters were no worse than any scorching kraken in their reverence for the goddess. It's just that he always hopes that the perfection of the goddess can be inferior to his followers, so he is always demanding the belief in perfection.

The lips that chanted the teachings stopped when they felt the touch of the other palm on both hands. Chantico's eyes were still out of focus, but she raised her head and looked at the familiar man. It's a complicated affair about the relationship between Chantiko and Fioni, who were once friends, playmates, and who were once closer, but who were also enemies, antagonistic sides over something more irreparable than their personal hatred. They really don't know what kind of face they should use to face each other after going through this.

The thin hand climbed up the arm with blue and gold scales to the chest, resting on the scar that was a fraction of a minute from the heart.

"Actually, it's not a sting, it's just not deep enough. Fioni felt the touch on the wound, "You hesitated, you hesitated when you cut my chest, right?"

"Even if you gouge out your heart and eat it. We're not going to be together either. Chantico's voice was less majestic and softer when it did not convey the goddess's commands.

"Because the reason why we are is not all in the flesh. That's why we don't think it's a sinful thing to sacrifice. The shapeshifter lowered his head slightly, resting his forehead against the other's, a way the Kraken used to show intimacy, and Chantico did not refuse. When the two heads touched each other, they could feel their consciousness and soul move closer to each other. But it also made them realize that they were far away from each other than they might have anticipated.

"Sacrifice is only to free the soul and other purer things from the bondage of the body, and that is beneficial. Chantico, almost subconsciously, said that she had been taught this since childhood.

"Do you still think so?" the screams from the lower levels of the pyramid were heard incessantly, and the blood-stained waters had drifted into the curtain with that fishy-sweet smell.

Chantiko was silent for a moment, Fioni could feel her emotions rise in a high direction and fall quickly, "I used to think so, and even now, I don't think it's wrong. But if we are right, why have we fallen to such a point, why have noble waves disintegrated in an instant? Our glory and faith, our history and traditions, they should not be meaningless. ”

"Maybe they do have meaning in their own right. But I doubt that the people of the Burning Waves have really stopped to look at themselves during this time. "You, no, we, are too close to the gods, and we care too much about what He thinks, and we can't see anything else. Maybe now is a chance to set Lietao free from those oracles. We have lost this war, a lot of people will die, mostly. But there will always be people alive, they will hate, but they will also forget. They have the opportunity to become a better us. ”

"What about us?"

"We, we're staying here, we're just giving up this skin, it's not a big deal. On the way to our destination, we can walk together, and in our destination, we can lie next to each other. Next time, if there is a next time, we can try to do better. ”