Nina had no idea that this would happen—she had imagined that Mr. Morris might have changed when he touched the light curtain, such as something running out of the light curtain, such as the surrounding environment being turned upside down, and she had even imagined a loud click and Uncle Duncan and the whole Lost Country falling from the sky, but she didn't expect it.

This light curtain, which is suspected to be a "wall of silence", will be silently ...... like a soap bubble Broken.

The magnificent wall of light that formed the barrier shattered into pieces in an instant, and the structure that once supported heaven and earth dissipated into light dust in the blink of an eye.

The moment the barrier shattered and disappeared, it seemed that the entire forest fell into a moment of silence, and then after another second, the mist that filled the forest began to flow - Nina finally reacted and ran to her teacher in three or two steps.

"Mr. Morris!" She exclaimed, "Are you alright?" Why did this thing ...... all of a sudden?"

"I don't know......" Morris was obviously a little confused, this old scholar who always seemed calm, reliable and elegant on weekdays looked a little at a loss, the corners of his mouth trembled, but his mind inexplicably remembered that when he was studying at the Truth Academy many years ago, the teacher Lune taught him the seven rules of archaeology-

First, don't touch things; second, to be cautious in handling the environment; Third, don't touch things; Fourth, don't jump to conclusions; Fifth, don't touch things; Sixth, reverence for the traces of civilization; Seventh, don't mess with things......

The old gentleman lowered his head and looked at his hand a little confused, after many years, he finally had the feeling of "don't let the teacher know about this" again.

But soon, the jumbled thoughts in his mind were interrupted by a sudden low exclamation from Nina next to him.

"Ahh

Maurice subconsciously raised his head and followed Nina's gaze.

It was the dim light of the sky, the cloudy canopy, the chaotic fog that enveloped everything, it was the end of the forest, the vast mountains and hills, and in the endless mist, there was a huge thing gradually revealing its outline.

At first, Morris thought it was a mountain, a strangely shaped, jagged and twisted mountain.

Later, he found out that it was a tree, one that had been almost torn to pieces, and the wreckage covered the earth in a twisted and coiled motion, almost making it impossible to imagine its original appearance...... Giant trees.

The canopy of the trees that once covered the plains had crumbled and crumbled, the trunks had broken and collapsed, and the lush green had long since faded from it, as if it had been burned by fire, leaving only twisted branches that looked like hideous bones, pointing strangely to the sky.

There were towers of branches, stumps of cities, terrifying wreckage of apocalyptic wilderness, ashes and dust filling every inch of the earth, splattering a pale barbarism around the giant tree—Maurice and Nina stood on the edge of the extinct kingdom, as if on the border of the end of the world, looking out at the ancient day of destruction.

A breeze blew from above the ash land, and rolled up a fine layer of pale ash, mixed with mist that spread from the forest, and swirled around Maurice and Nina as if it were entwined.

In the chaotic wind, Nina seemed to hear someone whispering beside her—the voice sounded familiar:

“…… Because she knew from the beginning that the Wall of Silence could save anyone, she was just a little sapling, and when that day came, all she could give them was a beautiful bubble......"

Nina's eyes widened slightly, and she instantly looked in the direction where the voice came from.

But there was no one there, only a small tree.

A small thin tree, quietly rooted in dust and ashes, its trunk and branches growing upwards in a zigzag manner, while the most edged branches drooped down, swaying from side to side in the breeze, looking ...... As Shirley mentioned, the tree Shireen turned into in the end.

Any tree in the Nameless' Dream is taller and stronger than it.

Nina slowly came to the side of the small tree, hesitated for a while, and then she stepped forward, put her hand on its trunk, and tentatively spoke: "Shireen? ”

The little tree did not speak, only the branches hanging down from the edge of the canopy swayed in the wind.

The whisper that came to my ears just now seemed to be just an illusion, and the fingertips were nothing more than the rough and hard touch of the bark.

However, Nina couldn't help but imagine how the elven girl who had traveled with her and Mr. Morris for a long time, and finally returned home excitedly in the fog of the Wall of Silence, had crossed the border of the jungle, passed through the tomb of light, and then came to the edge of the land of ashes, where the remains of Silandis could be seen quietly transformed into a tree.

"Nina, look over here."

Morris's voice suddenly came from not far away, interrupting her thoughts.

Nina suddenly woke up and immediately came to Morris's side and looked in the direction of the teacher's finger.

More small trees came into her view—on the edge of the remains of the giant tree, on the dividing line between the land of ash and dust and the forest, on this apocalyptic border, one after another, as if guarding the ashes and wreckage.

Or guarding the wreckage, the lush forest outlined by dreams.

The entire ruins are covered with countless small trees of this name.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the trees swayed their branches, making a very subtle sound that made it impossible to tell whether it was the wind or the trees.

Nina looked at this scene in a daze, and it didn't take long before she couldn't help but say to herself: "So much...... These are Shireen ......."

Morris did not speak, and the old scholar only looked quietly at the small trees that lined the remains of Silandis, and then, as if thinking of something, came to a nearby dirt slope, looking in the direction from which he and Nina had come, and looking out at the vast dense forest in the distance.

The mist escaped from the dense forest and mingled with the ash dust above the plains, outlining a hazy "boundary".

He came down the dirt slope and came to Nina with a thoughtful look on his face.

Nina noticed the expression on the teacher's face: "Mr. Morris, did you find anything?" ”

“…… I have a bold guess - 'Shireen' is the Wall of Silence. Morris said in a deep voice.

Nina was a little dazed.

"Silandis created the Wall of Silence and gave it the mission of sheltering the elves, but it was an impossible task, and it seems that the 'creator' of Silandis knew this from the beginning - but the Wall of Silence still carried out this order," Morris said with a serious expression, "I just observed the scene at the edge of the forest, and confirmed that the 'nameless trees' are all arranged along the dividing line between the forest and the ruins, and there is a faint pattern in the arrangement, like some kind of ...... Arrays, rather than random natural distributions, are traces of elaboration. ”

"Then ......" Nina hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "but we're not elves......"

"But this isn't really Silantis and the 'Original Dream' either," Morris said, shaking his head, "and don't forget, this is just the 'Dream of the Nameless'. ”

Nina was stunned when she heard this, and immediately understood the deep meaning of the teacher's words.

It's just the dream of the nameless.

The era described in the ancient mythology of the elves, the great demon god "Saskara", who created the world in the dream world, and the world tree "Silandis", who sheltered the elves in the dream world, were really active long before the deep sea age.

That era is long over - in the Great Annihilation.

What appears in Breezy Harbor now is nothing more than a large-scale vision caused by the failure of the sun and the approach of "dusk", an "echo" that seems to remain in the memory of the elven race.

Silandis and the Wall of Silence in "Echoes" will treat every individual who enters the forest with good intentions as a "spirit".

For they died many, many years ago—before there were intelligent races other than elves in this world.

"So what do we do next?" Nina asked.

Morris did not answer immediately, but immediately calmed down, and communicated to the captain in the depths of his spirit—he reported everything that had happened here, and then waited patiently.

……

Duncan was a little confused.

He was still staying with Agatha at the bottom of the Dream Lost Ship, studying the massive Old God Spine in the hope of finding some more useful information about the Great Demon God Sassloca, or unearthing more secrets of the Lost Country.

He didn't expect that in such a moment of effort that he didn't pay attention to, Morris and Nina's team would do such a shocking job.

They punctured the Wall of Silence and saw the truth inside the Wall of Silence, and even ...... Saw Sirantis, who had been reduced to wreckage.

There was a bit of unreality in Duncan's trance.

The "witches" and illiterate groups are still wandering around the forest, and the sports students are still eating dirt alone in the desert, but the historian has already taken his students to the middle of the map to dig out the graves of the old gods.

There's a thrill of sending out two investigators at the beginning and finding out after three rounds that Cthulhu is dead on the doorstep.

Duncan shook his head, putting aside the thoughts that had popped up in his head for a moment.

Morris, for his part, was still waiting for his instructions.

He looked up at the dark and misty space around him.

Saxoka's spine stretched beneath his feet, and the shattered old god seemed to be conveying something to him in this way, even the Lost Nation that was built on the spine of this old god...... It is as if he is doing his best to show his "memory".

Duncan exhaled slightly.

"Get close to that 'ruin,'" he said in his mind, "investigate Sirantis." ”

(End of chapter)