Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 223
[Chapter 223 Shaken]
as usual, Fanna calmed down, and silently recited the sacred passage in the “Storm Codex” in her heart, and then she took out a glyph candle that had been mostly burned from the side drawer, and put it It was placed beside him, and the candlestick was lit.
A cluster of bright small flames danced at the top of the candle, and the calming aroma slowly spread as the essential oil volatilized. Fan Na took a light breath, and then swiped the dagger across her arm without hesitation.
The blood soaked into the fine lines on the dagger, as if being absorbed by it, and there was a brief pain on her arm – the pain didn’t even have time to last for a few seconds, it had already turned into a faint itching when the wound was healing .
Fanna could even hear the slight sound of cells regenerating and blood coagulating. She saw the wound on her arm heal quickly, and the soft sound of waves came faintly from her ears.
She looked at the ritual dagger in her hand again, and after a little hesitation, she placed the dagger stained with her own blood on top of the burning candlestick, letting the flame lick the tip of the dagger.
“Please listen, Lord of the Storm, Gospel of the Deep Sea, Maiden of the Tranquil Sea, please listen, your followers need guidance…” The flame crackled, and the blood on the dagger was ignited in the blink of an eye,
and turned into a layer of mist The glow of light floats on the blade.
This is an indication that the channel has been established.
A saint, led by blood, using a special prayer format and following a special ritual process, can establish a much more stable and direct communication channel between himself and the gods than ordinary priests pray. The power and “grace” of “saints” are also the point that distinguishes “saints” from ordinary priests.
And as for how stable and direct this special “channel” is…
To some extent, this can even be regarded as a direct conversation with God.
The soft sound of the waves sounded, as if it was echoing directly in her mind, it became more and more obvious. Fan Na felt that the air around her gradually became moist, and even a salty breath seemed to float in her nostrils. Immediately afterwards, she suddenly felt refreshed. After a moment of trance, the scene in front of him changed accordingly.
The familiar bedroom disappeared, and the surroundings became endless, slightly turbulent blue sea water, and a faint blue light undulated in the depths of the sea water, as if there were hundreds of mysterious light sources hidden in the deep sea, Fan Na felt as if she was in the center of an unknown vast deep sea, and in the shimmering light in front of her eyes, a blurry image gradually emerged.
It seems to be a lady wearing a long skirt, behind which there are large hazy shadows spreading in all directions, the lady’s face is hidden behind the veil, and the shadows behind her are winding and intertwined, like countless intertwined chains, It also seems to be outlining a “body” that is bigger and beyond the rationality of mortals, and the figure in the long skirt is only a small part of this huge body—a small part that can be understood by mortals.
Fan Na took a light breath to calm down her heartbeat.
As a saint, it is not uncommon to see the phantom or incarnation of the storm goddess Gomona in special ceremonies, but thinking of her continuous wavering today and the almost deviant doubts in her heart, she still can’t help but get nervous.
That mysterious and hazy figure seemed to be approaching a little bit, “He” didn’t speak, but Fan Na felt an “idea” directly appearing in her mind.
The phantom of the goddess beckoned for herself to speak.
“I…” Fan Na hesitated a little, and finally seemed to have made up her mind, she said bluntly, “I have survived because of the subspace, why did you still choose me as a saint and bless me?” The hazy figure did
not Fanna didn’t dare to press any movement, she knew that even though what she saw was just a projection, this projection was indeed pointing directly at Gomona, and the question she just raised was a great risk—this was
already It was beyond her duty as a believer, but she really wanted to know the answer.
Just like this, she waited in anxiety for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly, an idea entered her mind as if directly implanted in her brain—— “
…there is no difference…”
“There is no difference?” Fan Na was taken aback, this headless The endless answers were even harder to understand than obscure and broken prophecies and revelations. She instinctively felt that there should be some other “context” for this answer, but she didn’t understand the information and therefore didn’t hear it. This made her subconsciously He asked again, “What makes no difference? I don’t understand. You chose to…”
But Fanna couldn’t finish her sentence, because the phantom of the deep sea around her suddenly The violent turmoil started, and the originally soft and bright light in the depths of the waves also dimmed and faded one by one. The phantom of the goddess was already on the verge of collapse in the blink of an eye. Before the interruption, she only vaguely perceived a few words:
“…Time is limited…Is about to…Critical…”
The connection was completely cut off.
Fanna felt as if she had been roughly thrown back into the real world, her heart was pounding, and a feeling of suffocation made her gasp subconsciously. She raised her head and looked around, and saw that all the illusions had been exhausted. Dissipated, the dagger in his hand fell on the table at some point, only the glyph candle was still burning quietly, the flame was beating and swaying restlessly.
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Na finally withdrew her gaze from the candlelight, picked up the dropped dagger, and slowly put it back in the drawer.
Her mind was spinning with the only information that came to her mind during that brief exchange.
“There is no difference” and “Time is limited, it will be critical”.
She still couldn’t understand the meaning of the former, while the latter… seemed to have a clearer meaning, but it only made her more confused.
Is the goddess telling herself that something is about to happen? Are you warning yourself that you have limited time to prepare for something? What does critical mean? What is critical? Another crisis? Another realistic invasion-level disaster?
Is it related to the crisis that Prand just passed?
Fanna’s thoughts were busy, and this prayer did not calm her down, on the contrary, she was even more uneasy than during the day.
But suddenly, a strange color appeared in the corner of her eyes, which made her complicated and chaotic thoughts stop instantly.
The flame jumping on the glyph candle was dyed with a layer of dark green at some point.
The next second, she suddenly looked up at the dressing table in front of her, and at the oval mirror.
The figure of Captain Duncan appeared in the frame, looking at this side calmly.
“Are you okay?”
The gloomy and majestic figure asked abruptly.
“It’s you?” Fanna stood up suddenly, and then seemed to think of something, “You disrupted my ceremony just now?” “The ceremony
? I think you misunderstood,” Duncan shook his head in the mirror , the tone was very calm, “I just suddenly sensed that your aura was extremely chaotic, and I thought there were still some difficult enemies left in Puland City, so I came to check the situation… But now it seems that I was reckless.”
Perception The breath is chaotic… so come over to check the situation?
Fan Na raised a question mark on her forehead, wondering if she had heard it wrong, but soon, she remembered the first time she saw him in the mirror, and subconsciously showed a vigilant look: “You took me again. Pulled into a dream?”
“You are still in the real world, don’t worry about that,” Duncan said casually, “So I strongly suggest that you don’t just jump over like last time – you will really mess up your room It’s a mess.”
“…I’m not a barbarian who can only jump and chop,” Fan Na suddenly felt that communicating with this ghost captain was really exhausting, and the other party’s words and deeds would always exceed the records in the materials, while she always It was because of these unexpected exchanges that you unconsciously neglected to guard against the other party, “What else do you want to do other than ‘come and see the situation’? I thought…you have left completely.”
Duncan in the mirror frowned, and seemed to be a little bit troubled by the young judge’s overly vigilant and hostile attitude: “You can relax a little, and you’d better be polite. The words don’t make much sense, and besides—anyway, I just protected your city-state, don’t you think you should at least say thank you?”
Fan Na stared closely at the ghost captain in the mirror, and after a few seconds , she suddenly took a step forward, and actually lowered her head: “Thank you very much for your help. At least in this matter, Plante has been sheltered by you.”
This straightforward thank you was beyond Duncan’s expectations. I thought this girl’s mind would be as rock-solid as her muscles, but unexpectedly she became embarrassed: “It’s okay…don’t take it so seriously, I’ll just mention it casually.” “We may have different positions, but you protect Pu
Lan De’s actions are undeniable.” Fan Na raised her head with a serious face, “Today, countless people have survived the disaster. Regardless of my position as a judge, I should thank you.” Speaking of
this She paused, then straightened her face and said: “But this does not mean that I have let down my vigilance towards you and the Lost Homelander, we are still not sure what purpose you have for the civilized world… at least after confirming this point Before, I…”
“Okay, I understand what you mean,” Duncan interrupted Fanna, and he looked at the young judge with a half-smile, the other’s words and attitude were far from being polite, but This kind of character that is a little too straightforward is also not annoying, “Then let’s talk about something else… You seem to be in trouble?”
Fan Na met Duncan’s gaze, and after a few seconds, she breathed lightly. He took a deep breath: “Sorry, it has nothing to do with you.”
“…It has nothing to do, but I’m curious,” Duncan said lightly, “Whether you want to admit it or not, you can’t dispel the imprint I left on you, Fanna, I can sense it.” To your dire state at the moment—maybe I can help you.”
(End of chapter)
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