YM778.TV Chapter 627: The Remaining Sample
Chapter 627: The Remaining Sample
Bells tolled solemnly from church steeples across various landscapes, signaling a world in distress. High-speed telegrams raced across channels, and psychic mediums, stretched to their limits, served as communication links between city-states. The ruling elite, including officials and archbishops, were busy exchanging urgent updates about the crisis. A state-of-the-art surveillance and defense system, recently set up by the Four Divine Churches, was swiftly activated. Ironically, it was initially thought to monitor mysterious deep-sea activities, yet the first real threat it confronted came from a dream so powerful it defied containment.
A captivating spectacle unfolded as a whirlwind of colorful paper scraps whirled gracefully through vines and over rooftops, finally gathering in the governors office.
In the midst of an intense meeting with city officials, Governor Sara Mel was suddenly captivated by the figure emerging from the fluttering paper fragments.
Lucretia, known as the Sea Witch, approached the ornate desk, remarking, I thought Id assess the situation here at city hall. It seems youre overwhelmed.
Sara Mel motioned for privacy from the surrounding officials. To say we are overwhelmed is an understatement, lady, he responded, his voice conveying gratitude. Your support has been invaluable to our stretched-thin forces. Thank you.
And the current status? Lucretia inquired.
Sara Mel paused, collecting his thoughts, The city is in unprecedented chaos. Sixteen blocks are eerily quiet, sealed by sudden thick vegetation. Weve lost contact with many residents, and our law enforcement and guardian teams cant penetrate the barriers. Our steam-powered hubs are idle, and weve had to cut off the gas supply as a safety measure. Fortunately, just in time. The approaching night brings unknown dangers. He caught his breath, then added, As for external city matters, youre probably better informed, given the constant stream of updates. My focus has been on our immediate challenges.
Lucretia nodded thoughtfully. What about the message from Ted Lir? Are you familiar with its contents?
Sara Mel nodded solemnly. Yes. About two hours ago, we heard from the team that Taran El was part of. After detaching from the dream world, the Truth Keeper disappeared from our reality. The latest information we received just half an hour ago suggests that the Keeper is trapped in the deepest part of the Dream of the Nameless One.
He took a deep breath, pausing as his face revealed a complex mix of deep-seated emotions. Elves have long been the guardians of a rich, unbroken history, he began, each word laden with emotion, Weve always believed our ancient myths and legends to be more than just tales; they are the true events that shaped our civilization. But now, it seems these revered stories have come alive again, with a dark purpose to destroy us.
Lucretia watched the distressed governor intently, allowing a moment for the gravity of his words to settle. After a brief pause, she spoke with deliberate clarity, Until last night, everything we knew suggested that Atlantis aimed to protect elfkind. Despite the recent turmoil, I still believe theres a protective intent, though it has now manifested in a dangerously unpredictable way.
A brief shadow of pain crossed Sara Mels face as he whispered, Its because Atlantis, in its twisted ways, has lost its sanity.
With a steady voice, Lucretia replied, I need to meet Taran El and the other truth guardians who went into the Dream of the Nameless One with him. My search at the city university came up empty.
Theyve been isolated in a special facility for close observation and rigorous questioning, Sara Mel answered, his voice urgent. Ill let you know its location soon
Atop the highest peak of Pland stood the magnificent Storm Cathedral, an architectural wonder that dominated the skyline with its soaring spires and towers, challenging the heavens and symbolizing its religious significance. The sprawling plaza in front of the grand building was always bustling with life and fervor. Every day, when the cathedral opened its doors, a flood of devotees, tourists, and the curious filled the spacesome entering to pray devoutly, others seeking blessings or healing from the annexes, and many just to appreciate the cathedrals majestic beauty and spiritual atmosphere.
Dressed in a simple brown coat and sharp black trousers, Duncan merged with the crowd. Silently following a group of tourists, he entered through the cathedrals grand archway. Guided by mental instructions from Vanna, he confidently navigated the complex corridors. He bypassed the main hall typically used by casual visitors, threaded through paths reserved for the more devout, and discreetly avoided the corridor leading to the sacred podium. Unknown to the regular attendees, Duncan was on a path known to few.
Up ahead is a dark, unassuming door, Vannas voice echoed in his mind. Once you go through, turn right immediately. About twenty meters ahead, the corridor will split. Take the left; it leads to a secluded inner courtyard. Cross it entirely to find a hidden entrance to the inner chapel. Archbishop Valentine is waiting for you there. Your path has been cleared; no one will stop you, and the cathedrals guards wont know your true identity. Only the Archbishop knows why were meeting. If you return, this secret path is yours to use. My old quarters are next to the chapel, though I dont expect youll need to visit them
With Vannas guidance still ringing in his ears, Duncan looked up to see the entrance to the inner chapela space usually restricted to high clergy. A dark door adorned with ancient, glowing runes marked it. Flanking the door stood two formidable guards in dark uniforms, their stares fixed ahead, oblivious to Duncans presence as if he were invisible. They had clearly been instructed:
Today, a unique visitor enters our sacred halls.
Hear not, see not, question not, ponder not.
Acknowledging their silent vigil with a nod, Duncan pushed open the mystical door. The sound of crashing waves briefly met his ears, accompanied by a fleeting chill from the depths of the sea, quickly fading as he entered a brightly lit, expansive chamber.
At the center stood Archbishop Valentine, the revered spiritual leader of the Pland city-state. The elderly figure, with his thinning snowy white hair, was clad in a black priestly robe adorned with subtle golden patterns. He stood in silent reverence, his back to the entrance, focused on a majestic statue of the Storm Goddess. The statue exuded an otherworldly sanctity, infusing the chamber with a palpable holiness. Engrossed in deep prayer or communion, the elder turned slowly at the creak of the door, prepared to greet his unusual guest.
Upon closer inspection, it was evident that beneath his calm demeanor, Archbishop Valentine was experiencing a flutter of nervous anticipation. He tried to conceal it, but minor tells betrayed his unease.
Good day, Archbishop Valentine. Its been some time, Duncan greeted warmly, his lips forming a slight smirk as he confidently approached the elder. Though, I suspect this is our first meeting with me in this particular guise.
Archbishop Valentine paused to assess the person walking toward him. At first glance, Duncan appeared ordinaryof average height and dressed in a nondescript, worn coat, blending in with many others in the city-state. However, a sharp intuition warned Valentine not to focus too intently on this seemingly mundane appearance.
Im aware of this avatar you use to mingle among our people; Vanna was quite open about it, Valentine remarked, deliberately looking away. She has also briefed me on the current situation. Rest assured, everything you requested is prepared.
He nodded toward a grand, ornately carved wooden chest next to the goddess statue.
Inside the chest were legendary blueprints dating back a hundred years to the creation of the Vanished, and crucially, a unique sample.
The chest was encircled by several candelabras casting a peculiar glow, their intermittent flickering hinting at a special blessing for protection. Beside the chest was an array of protective artifacts, including stone seals and iron bindings, clearly part of a detailed security system.
The extensive security measures around the chest emphasized its importance. Even after being moved from its original sanctified vault, it was considered vital enough to be kept in this sacred chapel under the constant vigil of the goddess. The presence of Archbishop Valentine himself underscored the volatility of the chests contents.
Observing the array of protective measures, Duncan asked as he approached the chest, Is whats inside really that dangerous? Are these containment measures sufficient?
Valentine sighed softly, To be honest, no, because nothing in this chest has shown any abnormal behavior so far.
Surprised, Duncan responded, Then this elaborate setup is?
For our collective peace of mind, Valentine explained calmly. Although the contents are dormant, the community is aware of their mysterious link to the Vanished. Therefore, weve implemented every possible protective protocol, and what you see here is just a smaller version. The original chamber that housed this chest featured even more comprehensive and sophisticated security measures.
Taking a deep breath and pausing to collect his thoughts, Duncan momentarily closed his eyes, pushing aside the slightly tense atmosphere. Composing himself, he then carefully lifted the lid of the grand wooden chest.
Interestingly, the chest was not locked, indicating any locking mechanism had been removed prior to its placement in this revered space.
The Vanished once had a much more detailed and extensive collection of documentsmeticulous blueprints detailing its design, technical schematics of its engineering, and comprehensive logs of its construction phases, Valentine narrated, his voice tinged with nostalgia and reverence. The Archbishop, with a serious expression, moved closer to Duncan, both men peering intently into the chest. Unfortunately, many of these invaluable records were lost in a shipyard fire years ago. What you see are the few precious remnants that survived the flames, now preserved in this chest.
He paused briefly, then added, Yet, I suspect that your main interest is not just these ancient blueprints. Youre searching for something much more fundamental.
He gestured toward the centerpiece of the chest, stating, Following old shipbuilding traditions, weve preserved a fragment of the ships very foundation.
Duncans attention sharply focused on a mysterious grayish-black wooden block resting on a plush black silk cushion. This was no ordinary piece of wood; it was a sacred sample carefully taken from the keel of the legendary Vanished.