Soon after the Jungda galleon, the sea gradually engulfed Luna Omon's land, dragging the island like a mother anxious to take the child into her arms until it sank completely.

The raging waves almost pushed the stranded sailboats to the center of Liangyu, but soon the sails were pulled up, tethered to the winds fleeing north, and headed for the uncharted seas.

In the captain's cabin of an unnamed sailboat, Delano sat alone on the edge of the bed, his hands interlocked, his elbows to his knees, and his cold thumbs to his lips.

He believed he was praying for Jeanne, and when he memorized the prayers in his heart, he didn't know which god to pronounce......

If he had been in the orphanage in Wallaheim a dozen years ago, he would have added the name "Creator" to the end of every prayer, because the nuns and priests, including Hedwin, had told him that the god was a symbol of light and life, and that he was the guardian of all living beings.

But he had denied all this, and the atrium was like a cold, moldy dungeon, where there were no more creators and gods, and no more light suddenly illuminated it.

Two hours had passed since he had come aboard, and the pain of the flesh had long since vanished without a trace, but they did not spare the stranger, and spread through the nerves, veins, and any channels into the brain of Lenlano, where it solidified into a seed, and grew into a painful nettle.

As the ship swayed, he came to realize the fact that Jeanne was about to become the Elector of the Seed of the Moon, which for the Canaanites was almost no different from demonic possession. He heard a voice in his head forcing him to decide: should he leave Jeanne without the fear of the stranders, or should he leave her and take the stranders to their new home in agony?

Obviously, neither was acceptable to him, and he would rather die at sea and rot than abandon Jeanne!

It was at this moment that he truly realized his own insignificance, and he couldn't even find the right direction in this vast sea......

When Draenor feels lost about where to go, he tries to convince himself to think about the philosophical questions left by his ancestors, such as "What is everything for?" "Why does it exist? "Is seeing believing? ”

Then, he would inexplicably scramble his train of thought and fall into one logical trap after another, until he gave up on this boring thought.

In desperation, he took out the pendant that Lopud had given him from his bosom, a totem of a sea eagle with claws clenching the sun, symbolizing that someone had awakened the dawn.

On the back of the totem is engraved a line of words in Dori:

"Dispel nightmares with dawn, exchange blood for life."

It was Lopud, and perhaps any of the exorcists who wandered in his dreams, but at this point he felt that the words were more like a foreshadowing of his future......

Knock knock knock......

Draenor answered the knock and opened the door a gap, waiting for news.

"Sister Jean is awake, she has something to say to you." Schwarzer said in a calm tone, hoping not to provoke any overreaction.

He didn't really react, just nodded slightly, and followed Schwarzer towards the cabin.

……

"Everything will go according to the instructions of the prophecy! The survivors of Luna Omon will build a new home in Abel, and we will not be able to go anywhere but there! ”

Felex's voice came from the cabin, mixed with the sound of the scroll shaking, and he didn't know what made him so excited.

"The prophecy does not mention the sinking of Luna Omon, because there is no moon god in this world! We're going to be floating on the sea for the rest of our lives, and we're dying in despair! A pessimist cried and presented the truth that everyone was afraid of, but knew it well.

"These bandits ......" Schwarzer impatiently pushed open the hatch, squeezing as much flesh as he could on his face so that people could keep their mouths shut.

There are some unfamiliar faces in the familiar cabin, they should be the "eastern stranders" in Nyasha's mouth, perhaps because of the problem with their own ship, they ran to the ship left by Leonid to take refuge temporarily.

"Hannah, Schmidt, and Mr. Ferex, follow Mr. Schwarzer back to the deck first, we have plenty of time to plan for the future, and our wounded have to rest......"

Several of the angry stranded men fell silent for a moment, nodded knowingly to Niasha, and followed Schwarzer out of the cabin.

"Jeanne ......"

Lady Niasa shook her head slightly, making Draenor lose the desire to continue asking.

"It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, so we can only temporarily stitch up the wound according to the existing conditions. It's just that her navel was torn, why did she shed so much blood......" Niyasha frowned and whispered, "She's not out of danger yet, whatever you want to do with her, as soon as possible." ”

Draenor looked in the direction Niasha had pointed at the makeshift ward, nodded to her, and walked slowly along.

Knock Knock...... Boom......

He paused for a moment before striking the third sound. He didn't know why he was pausing, like he was waiting for something......

Jeanne always seemed to have an indescribable understanding with herself, and before his finger was about to knock on the door, she would run to open it and call herself in that familiar voice......

But nothing had happened now, no secret joy when the door was opened, no familiar greeting, only the lonely knock echoed in the cabin

He pushed the door open, his gaze reluctantly passing through the blood-stained strip of cloth on Lin's face, and finally landed on Jeanne.

She also looked at this side, and there was still a smile on her lips, but the aura in her eyes was gone, and her pupils did not shrink because of the sudden light, and seemed to pass through the figure of Langlano and look farther away.

"Draenor ...... Mr. ......"

He reacted, and walked over to the call, and sat down beside Jeanne, clutching her almost dehydrated palm.

"I'm here, always have been." He replied in a deep voice, like a magnet for mutual attraction, and the smile on Jeanne's face deepened when she heard it.

"Great...... But alas, I can't see you now...... I seemed to be injured, and for some reason, from the moment I woke up, I couldn't seem to see anything...... It's a little dark, but there's still some faint points of light, like stars......"

Draenor was silent, he had heard from Lopud that when a person is chosen by the Superior, they will first bleed uncontrollably, and not long before their lives are about to dry up, they will see the bright sea of stars, and then they will fall into a long coma, waiting for the moment when they will be completely parasitized by the Superior.

Tears trickled down his face onto Jeanne's wrist, and she frowned slightly, reaching out to caress Draenau's cheek.

"Please don't look like that, eyes aren't for crying......" she reassured softly, her fingers running down Draenor's cheek to her ear.

"I was born feeling everything in the laws of nature, the crimson faith, the blue courage, the white happiness, and the gray pain...... It seems that even myself is a part of nature, somewhere between white and gray, fluttering like a snowflake...... But then I met you, and those independent colors suddenly poured into my heart from the palette, and I knew from then that that you were the law I was going to follow, and I searched for it all my life until I grew old and died......"

"But I don't know if I can wait for that one to come, lying in the sea of lavender flowers, holding your hand, watching the sunset leave......"

Draenau's throat choked, and he had already connected the broken words into sentences, ready to crumple them into a breeze and breathe into Jeanne's ears......

Jeanne, the love of my life, lights up my lamp, how can I watch you fall into the River Styx little by little?

Suddenly, there was a fierce quarrel on the deck, chatter about what to do next, and Schwarzer's sighs from time to time.

Jeanne was silent for a moment, listening to the shouts and sighs of the people, and the feeling of helplessness and confusion seemed to tug at her heartstrings.

"People are in pain, I can feel it......" She turned her head sideways and looked helplessly at the door to the deck, grabbed Lenlano's hand tightly, and handed him the dagger, which symbolized her life.

"Everything I have belongs to you. Now, you have more important things to do...... Promise me, Draenor, to lead the Stranded back to where they belong, to our final destination. Hope is still there, and I know you're going to make the right choice......"

Jeanne's hand gradually drooped, and she closed her eyes, but she could still see the smile on her face, the gentle smile, the smile that was not mixed with any doubts.

I will, I love ......

Draenor felt Jeanne's faint pulse with his fingers, leaned over and left a shallow kiss mark on her forehead, pinched the dagger, and got up and walked towards the deck.

He pushed open the wooden door, and the noisy arguments came to an abrupt end, and the people looked at him in silence, waiting for an answer, one that only Draenor could convince them.

On the sea, the dawn sun rose, and Draenor, standing on the deck, was weak, like foam melting on the surface of the sea.

The dawn came, so suddenly, and yet so late.

He looked at the raging waters, snatched the scroll with the ancient prophecy from Felex's hand, and tore it to pieces as he walked towards the bow of the ship, tossing it to pieces and throwing it into the sea.

Turning his head and looking at the confused and desperate faces in front of him, Draenor did not hesitate at all, and made his inner choice:

"Twenty-five degrees east of north, let's go back to Canaan!"

He believed Lopud's words, and there was still hope for salvation.

After this, he felt as if his eyes had been frozen into ice sculptures by the cold wind, and he looked blankly at the surface of the sea, looking at the outline of the Canaan continent outlined by the mist.

The sails that had been lowered in the middle of the argument were raised again, and the people rushed to the edge of the deck to shout out to the surrounding ships that had made their final decisions. Draenor still stood there, letting the cold wind from Canaan peck at his nerves.

He was going back there, back to his "home" shrouded in dreams.