Vana awoke from a grotesque and chaotic dream, and found that the night was still dark outside the window—the cold, pale light of the Creation of the World shining on the windowsill depicting the runes of the deep sea, seemed peaceful and quiet.

Yet the scene from that grotesque dream was still clearly reflected in her mind—

A ship, a great ship burning with green ghostly flames, sailed from the border between the sea and the sky, and ran over the entire city-state of Pland like a crushing mountain, and in the ghostly flames, countless shouts and desolate songs roared in unison, as if to overturn the whole world.

And as the ship descended, she saw a scorching sun rising from the depths of the city-state of Purland—not the well-known sun bound by ancient runes, but a celestial body that burned like the "ancient sun" described by the sun cultists, rising from the depths of the city-state, and the flames melted the earth, and all the people flowed through the streets like molten wax figures.

The cathedral of the Deep Sea Church stood silently in the heart of the purgatory of the Molten City, and she prayed to the church in her dreams, hoping to be guided by the Storm Goddess, but the cathedral's noisy and meaningless bells sounded without any guidance......

Vana sat up from the bed and came to the window in her pajamas, she glanced at the "creation of the world" of the city and the sky that were still calm outside, but the irritability in her heart became more and more boiling.

After a moment, the young inquisitor withdrew her gaze from the city, and she went to the dresser near the bed, and pulled open a drawer—

In the drawer of the dresser is a dagger, a crooked ritual dagger, and the runes symbolizing the Church of the Deep Sea shimmer at the base of the dagger's blade, as if it is being stimulated by an inexplicable force to produce "resonance".

Vanna's gaze lingered on the flickering runes for several seconds before she slashed a wound in her palm with her blade, and as blood oozed out, she placed her hand across her chest and whispered the name of the Storm Goddess in an attempt to seek guidance from the gods.

However, for some reason, she only heard some illusory roaring waves, and the "psionic induction" state that she could easily enter in the past did not move today.

It was as if an invisible curtain had suddenly enveloped her, cutting off the connection between her and the storm goddess Grimana.

Vanna's brow furrowed slightly.

It is very rare for the connection between believers and gods to be disturbed, but it is not unthinkable - the mapping between the subspace and the real world is difficult and complex, and it is simply incomprehensible to mortal wisdom, and even the power of the gods can sometimes be affected by the layers of subspace, the deep sea, and the spirit world, and there are temporary changes in strength and weakness, coupled with the eternal turmoil and disputes between the gods and the gods, and between the gods and the ancient gods, it is possible for some believers to suddenly not hear the voices of the gods in the very rare circumstances.

But the storm goddess Gemona ...... It shouldn't be this way.

The boundless sea surrounds mortal civilization, the power of the Storm Goddess runs through all dimensions and affects the entire reality, all gods can lose contact with the real world, even the Grim Reaper occasionally leaves a loophole like the "Revivalist", but the Storm Goddess is the only one...... No way.

This is one of the reasons why the Deep Sea Church is the most powerful church in the Infinite Sea.

Is the problem with yourself?

Vanna rightfully began to doubt her own state, but she looked at her palms and saw that the wound she had just cut had begun to heal rapidly.

The blessings of the goddess are still there, and there is no delay in taking effect.

Vanna recalls the noisy nightmare she had before, and the ominous signs she had seen for many days.

There must be a connection between all of this.

A ghost ship with green flames...... Ghost Ship ......

Vanna's mind raced back and forth as she recalled, comparing her occult knowledge, and then her eyes suddenly became serious.

She was not an expert in the field of navigation, and she was rarely exposed to the absurdities and strange tales that circulated among superstitious sailors, but even in the canonical canon of the Church, a ghost ship occupied a special place.

It was an ominous ship returning from subspace, and its captain was Duncan, the terrifying captain who caused the Thirteen Isles of Vesselland to collapse and swallow up the frontier a century ago.

Vanna got up behind the dresser, but then she remembered that it was late at night, and the Cathedral's archives, like any other library, were closed at night.

And for security reasons, it was also best for her not to talk to anyone about the dream in the hours immediately after the "Omen's Dream" - if the dream did point to the "Captain Duncan", it was very likely that he would perceive the mortal talking about him in reverse through the connection made by the dream.

After all, it was a ...... "ghost" capable of returning from subspace.

The best thing to do now is to wait patiently until the sun regains dominance of the world, and until the connection made by the dream gradually dissipates, and then go to the archives to consult the relevant materials, or consult with the archbishop in the church about these ominous signs.

Either way, if these omens really point to the "Captain Duncan", and really remind her that the fabled Lost Country is eyeing Purander, then as the guardian of the city-state, she must stop the terrifying ghost captain from landing at all costs......

……

A tall, thin black figure walked quickly through the deserted streets of the lower city, and the slender figure cast a flashing silhouette under the gas lamp.

Completely unfamiliar cities, completely unfamiliar buildings, plausible memories in the mind, cold and eerie civilian neighborhoods at curfew times.

However, Duncan walked in such an alley, and his mood was exceptionally happy.

He succeeded—not only did he succeed in his second spiritual walk, but he also managed to control a body to the surface, to the surface of the city-state of Purland.

He is in contact with the civilized society of this world, he is observing the architecture of this era, the technology of this era.

And he still uses a complete body - neither open-minded nor brainy, which looks normal from the outside, which can make his next movements very convenient.

Frankly speaking, the health of this body is actually not very good, even if he can ignore most of the problems in the body in the state of walking in the spirit world, Duncan can clearly feel the sub-health state of this body, but he has no complaints about it, and even takes it for granted.

After all, judging from the experience of these two times, the spiritual walk occupies the corpse that has been dead for a certain period of time—but can anyone who is alive and kicking be a corpse?

A distant dog barking came from the end of the alley, and Duncan cautiously slowed his pace and hid himself in the shadows of the building's cracks.

He didn't know if it was a patrol dog led by the Church Guardian who was patrolling the night, but it was always fine to be cautious.

Above nearby buildings, huge pipe structures spanned low houses, and the glow cast by the "pale scars" cast intermittent light and shadow between those pipes, and occasionally steam leaked out between the valves of some pipes, creating a hazy mist in the night.

The barking of the dog was gone.

Duncan stepped out of his hiding place, watched the street from side to side, and soothed the pigeon Aye, who was moving on his shoulder, before following his memory to the other side of the street.

Between a row of low, two- or three-story buildings, there was an old door with a dirty sign hanging above it, and a dusty, untended shop on either side of the wall – a shop that looked like it wasn't small, but it was decidedly untended and its business was dismal.

That's where the fragments of memory in his mind led Duncan to come.

He came to the old door, and glanced up at the sign on the door, a row of letters faintly recognizable in the darkness:

"Ron's antique shop," Duncan muttered under his breath, "a simple name......

With that, he searched for the doorway, and since the memory in his mind was not very clear, he rummaged for a long time before finding a spare key from a hidden hook under the windowsill.

The object's original owner did not carry the keys with him, nor did he carry anything that would identify him or use it to locate the antique shop, seemingly out of the caution of a veteran cultist - but for a ghost captain who could take his memories, these superficial cautions were meaningless.

Duncan opened the door to Ron's antique shop, dodged in, and quickly closed the door.

The wooden door slammed, but the sound did not go far in the night, the sign hanging above the door was slightly crooked in the vibration, the letters on the sign squirmed in the pale and cold night, and in the blink of an eye, new words appeared on the board—

"Duncan Antique Shop".