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Chapter 610: Slumber in Twilight

Imagine the Annihilation Sect as a hierarchical tower. At its base are ordinary believers, lacking any significant power. Ascending the tower, one finds a priestly class, individuals with the capability to beckon demons. And, the summit is occupied by the so-called saints, individuals so transformed they scarcely seem human anymore. Within this vertical structure, every member continuously endeavors to ascend, hoping to grasp a clearer understanding of their perceived truth. Yet, the distant Nether Lord, positioned at the peak, remains indifferent.

In contrast, the Sun Cult has an entirely different method where power and information cascade from the top. Dominating the hierarchy is the Black Sun, a fading ancient god. As this god teeters on the edge of death, it produces powerful offsprings termed the Scions. These Scions oversee and safeguard humanoid creatures known as the Remnants, which are essentially remnants of the suns power. Beneath this layer is a multitude of human followers, not innately devoted to the Black Sun. Their allegiance is a consequence of the Black Suns power seeping into our realm, altering the mental state of certain humans, turning them into followers.

Seen from a certain angle, the Sun Cult is like a parasitic outgrowth of an ancient deity, a manifestation of the Black Suns waning power and substance.

When Duncan confronts the Annihilation Sect, he should remember theyre essentially humans, albeit changed. But when he faces the Sun Cult, hes essentially dealing with the remnants of an ancient, chaotic god. Each Scion, each Remnant, is akin to a reflex of the slumbering ancient gods tentacles.

These tentacles have a peculiar ability. They can creep into the dreams of beings known as the Nameless Ones. Driven by an inscrutable cosmic impulse, these tentacles have an agenda: to extract the sun from the dreams of the Nameless Ones. When compared against the Annihilation Sect, the tactics employed by these beings might appear more direct, more aggressive, and undeniably more dangerous.

Taking a brief pause, Duncan tries to process the plethora of information, choosing to momentarily shelve these intense reflections.

We need Rabbi to pinpoint the location of that ship as soon as the dream ends. Its of utmost importance that we do this quickly, but we must do so without tipping off that Saint. Duncan announces through the shared connection.

A brief pause ensued before Lucretias voice, tinged with uncertainty, replied, Are you worried about the elves who were captured for sacrificial purposes?

Based on the ritual we observed in the dream, they dont seem to be in immediate harms way, Duncan remarked with a somber tone. However, the cultists could have other rituals in mind. Moreover, its possible there are more elves on that ship than the two we are aware of. Thats one concern. My other, more pressing worry is about that goat head artifact they have. I believe it may actually be a shard or piece of an ancient god. If thats accurate, we cannot, under any circumstances, let a relic of such power remain with these cultists. Its unpredictable what they could potentially do with it.

Duncan couldnt be certain, but he felt an almost palpable shift in Lucretias aura or mark. It was as if she was in a more positive mood, possibly reassured by his resolve.

Ill coordinate with Rabbi and work out a strategy, Lucretias voice promised gently. Give us a few days, and well have that ships location for you.

Very well, Duncan mentally responded, taking a deep breath to release the tension he felt. He then redirected his focus to the navigation table where the ominous-looking goat head statue rested.

Although it seemed stationary, Duncan could swear he saw the goat head sculpture alter its position just a moment ago. It appeared conscious yet had opted to remain quiet.

As Duncan closely examined the table, he noticed the previously displayed marine routes and markers were replaced by a vivid portrayal of a dense, enigmatic forest. Above this forest floated a ghostly image of the Vanished.

The goat head statue, from its vantage point, seemed to be closely observing Duncans every move.

After what seemed like an endless pause, the goat head and Duncan found it strangely peculiar to label the object as silent finally spoke, Youre back, friend You appear changed.

Changed? In what manner? Duncan inquired with a quizzical expression.

The goat head pondered for a moment before replying, Its hard to articulate, but now, you strike me as less of a threat. Previously, your presence stirred feelings of discomfort and befuddlement within me. I couldnt fathom your essence. However, that perplexity and discomfort have now dissipated, even if I remain ignorant of your identity.

Peering deeply into the eyes of the goat head statue, a realization dawned upon Duncan. The approach he had adopted this time around had indeed been effective.

Before 9 p.m., Duncan used a mirror as a gateway, mirroring the technique Agatha had previously used to step into the reflection of the Vanished. As the hour hand reached nine and the shift between realms took place, he didnt merely remain an observer; instead, he merged flawlessly with the reflection. This allowed him to become a fundamental part of this enigmatic Ship of Dreams.

To put it plainly, he evolved from an outsider, merely observing this dreamlike state, to an active participant fully immersed within it.

After several trials and errors, Duncan finally discerned the correct way to truly become one with this place. With this newfound knowledge, he was no longer restrained. He could explore the ships length and breadth, assume command at its helm, or steer it towards the dense, foreboding mist that lay ahead. And, importantly, he could do so without the constant fear of inadvertently awakening the entities known as Atlantis or the goat head.

It seems weve finally become acquainted, Duncan thought, allowing himself a hint of a smile. He knew better than to openly acknowledge the dreamlike nature of this realm to any entity within it, so he chose his words more carefully, This is indeed beneficial.

Acquainted? The goat head reacted, its head tilting slightly as it processed Duncans words. Compared to their previous encounters, its lethargy seemed somewhat diminished, but it still exhibited a certain slow, ponderous demeanor. Yes, it does seem like weve grown closer become better allies, perhaps.

Holding off his initial intention to direct the ship, Duncan instead settled into a high-backed chair near the navigation table. He gazed at the motionless goat head, choosing his next words carefully. Where might Atlantis be at this moment?

The goat head turned slightly, almost as if surprised by Duncans inquiry. Taking a moment, which felt eerily human in its contemplativeness, it eventually replied, Atlantis permeates this place; shes omnipresent.

Duncans forehead creased with confusion. Everywhere? Could you be more specific? I come with peaceful intentions; I merely wish to converse with her. Im uncertain if this resonates with you, but shes under threat. A malicious group seeks to inflict harm upon Atlantis, and my goal is to locate her before they can.

While Duncan couldnt be certain if his detailed explanation resonated with the entity, after a brief pause, the goat head responded with clarity.

Youre already within Atlantis, it proclaimed, maintaining unwavering eye contact with Duncan. Youre ensconced within her thoughts, her memories. This realm represents both her boundaries and her very core. However, laying eyes on her that is something you cannot do.

Upon hearing the initial revelation from the goat head, a wave of clarity washed over Duncan. Yet, its final pronouncement left him grappling with unanswered questions. Why cant I see her? Duncan pressed, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

Atlantis remains in a state of forgetfulness, the goat head elucidated. Until she reclaims her full memory, she exists as an elusive, undefined presence. At present, she is not ready, nor does she desire, to fully awaken.

Duncan pieced together the hints, asking, So, Atlantis currently exists within this dense, nebulous fog, doesnt she? Her inability to achieve full self-awareness means she remains fragmented, elusive, and intangible, correct? His mind raced, searching for solutions, Is there a way for me to actually perceive her? Or at the very least, make some kind of connection?

He remembered past encounters aboard the Ship of Dreams, the radiant traces within the enveloping darkness, and the ethereal voices emanating from them. Duncan was convinced those voices represented fragments of Atlantiss consciousness. Yet, they seemed distant, existing in another plane, unresponsive to his attempts at communication.

The goat head, this time, seemed to contemplate longer before answering.

When it finally broke the silence, its voice was imbued with a sense of melancholy, She requires more rest. Just a bit longer not indefinitely. Let her resolve her own difficulties.

Suddenly, a tempestuous wind howled, brushing past Vannas ears with ferocity. Before she knew it, a dust storm was rapidly forming, reducing visibility to almost nothing.

But just as she was about to shield herself from the oncoming onslaught, the tempest mysteriously ceased right in front of her. Emerging from the remaining gusts was a voice she recognized, Traveler, our paths cross once more.

Vanna instinctively turned towards the voices origin.

As the remnants of the storm dissipated, the imposing outline of the giant became increasingly distinct.

He was seated amidst a heap of black, fallen rocks. Beside him lay his enormous staff. The bonfire, which seemed ageless, had long burned out, leaving behind only embers that faintly glimmered and released sporadic sparks.

Vanna scanned her surroundings and found herself back where she had previously bid the giant goodbye the same wind-protected enclave with the same now-extinguished bonfire. She had returned to this precise location, and it seemed the giant had been anticipating her return.

As I had predicted, our reunion was imminent, the giant remarked warmly, his face lined with age. See, the embers still glow.

Youve remained here awaiting my return? Vanna inquired, slightly astonished. I was under the impression

With a calm demeanor, the giant replied, My wait was short-lived. This place has grown barren, and my diversions here are few. In its own way, waiting possesses a unique charm.

After a brief pause, he lifted his gaze towards the horizon, a distant look in his eyes.

Now that youve returned, Traveler if youre not beholden to a particular course, allow me to guide you to a place of interest.