Deep Sea Embers
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From above, a vast new landmass ominously descended, threatening a catastrophic merger with another world. This event wasn’t just a physical combination of two landscapes; it was a surreal, almost spiritual amalgamation that altered the essence of reality itself. Witnessing the ensuing chaos—landscapes contorted and forests engulfed by madness—Lucretia grasped the profound impact of these events.

Normally, Lucretia’s insatiable curiosity would compel her to investigate this anomaly. She would have sought insights from experts and scholars across various city-states, gathering the brightest minds to decipher this extraordinary occurrence.

Yet, the immediate peril made such inquiries impossible.

Their fragile paper vessel shook violently from the collision’s aftermath. It resembled a delicate boat in a fierce storm, with the crumbling grandeur of Atlantis at the upheaval’s center. A powerful force radiated from Atlantis’s core, sending waves that echoed between the sky and the earth.

Amidst the violent tremors, their paper vessel creaked ominously. Even the formidable “Sea Witch” struggled to maintain control, teetering on the brink of disaster.

Seeing Lucretia’s stern face and her own firm hold on Dog’s head, Shirley exclaimed in panic, “Are we going to crash?!”

Ignoring Shirley’s alarm, Lucretia assessed the crumbling world around them. After a quick evaluation, she pointed towards a distant area, declaring, “Our refuge is over there.”

“That’s insane!” Shirley cried out, her voice filled with fear. “Can you even find a safe spot in all this chaos?!”

“The corrosive destruction has ceased. What’s left is the raging fire. Trust me, despite its intensity, fire is far more predictable than those sinister, morphing shadows,” Lucretia reassured Shirley with a glance. She immediately directed their faltering paper vessel towards a part of the forest less consumed by flames.

As the vessel darted through the smoke-filled wilderness, Shirley’s screams echoed around them. The once majestic tree of Atlantis fell, scattering burning debris. Meanwhile, the descending landmass, detailed with terrains, crevices, and rolling sand dunes, continued its relentless plunge.

This slow yet unstoppable descent brought inevitable destruction, appearing eternal as it methodically crushed everything below.

Navigating through the flames and chaos, Lucretia adeptly steered the small vessel, constantly searching for a hint of safety within the fiery storm.

Suddenly, a faint, ethereal shimmer of light appeared in the distance.

With focused determination, Lucretia guided the boat towards this beacon. The force was so intense that Shirley thought they were hurtling towards their doom. They dodged a fiery shower of embers and a sudden gust of ash-laden wind, steadfastly making their way towards the glimmer deep within the forest.

As they neared, the source of the mysterious light revealed itself—a spiraling-like structure enveloped in a radiant barrier of pure, protective light.

Peering over the boat’s edge, Shirley spotted two familiar figures within the barrier. A mix of relief and excitement filled her voice as she exclaimed, “It’s Nina and the old man! It’s them!”

Their joy was brief. The boat, pushed beyond its limits, shattered upon their abrupt landing, disintegrating into a cloud of powdery residue.

Instinctively, Shirley clutched Dog close and leapt out. They tumbled and skidded to a stop just inches from the glowing barrier’s edge.

Looking up, she saw Nina, calm and serene, standing next to a visibly shaken Mr. Morris.

As multicolored paper fragments spiraled down around Shirley, they magically reformed into Lucretia.

Nina gestured for them to join her behind the safety of the barrier.

Without a word, Shirley and Lucretia quickly stepped into the glowing shield. Despite its ghostly appearance, the shield robustly blocked out the chaos outside.

It felt like stepping into another world.

The roar from the forest faded to a distant murmur, and the barrier halted the raging fire that had consumed the land. No smoke or toxic fumes could penetrate this sanctuary. A cool breeze rustled Shirley’s hair as she stood on a patch of lush grass, surprised by a thriving shrub beside her.

“Incredible… how did you manage this? Lucretia and I could only find refuge in the clouds…” Shirley whispered in awe.

Nina shook her head, indicating she wasn’t responsible, and pointed behind her.

Shirley followed Nina’s gesture and saw a small but sturdy tree. Amidst the surrounding devastation, it stood resilient, its roots firmly embedded in the crumbling earth.

This tree, modest yet defiant in the vast chaos, was the source of the protective glowing spike, providing sanctuary amidst the devastation.

As the wind rustled the leaves, Shirley thought she heard a soft, ethereal whisper, “Follow me, I will guide you to the Silent Wall…” but the voice quickly faded, carried away by the breeze.

Noticing the change in Shirley’s expression, Nina confirmed, “We are now before the Silent Wall, its truest form.”

Curiosity mixed with apprehension, Shirley cautiously approached the tree. The tips of its branches brushed against her shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine.

She then looked beyond the barrier.

Outside, the scene was one of apocalyptic chaos. The once majestic canopy of the tree known as Atlantis was falling apart under the pressure of an encroaching foreign realm. The woods were ablaze, and in the distance, the terrain seemed to rise toward a burning desert suspended ominously in the sky, now obscured by dense fog.

Despite the chaos, the sounds were muted to Shirley, like observing a storm from a cozy, distant room.

“Such serenity in the midst of chaos,” she murmured, almost to herself.

She knew their tranquil refuge was temporary and fragile.

For now, in the midst of a decaying world, she felt a fleeting sense of safety and peace, all thanks to the delicate light of their sanctuary.

…

Vanna shielded her eyes from the swirling wind and wondered, “What comes next in this cataclysm?”

Looking ahead, she saw the inverted landscape drawing closer to the ground. The “World Tree,” a towering and majestic presence, was the first to touch down, its expansive canopy gently meeting the earth. This point, where legends said giants once disappeared, was now the heart of the convergence of two worlds. Soon, mountains from both worlds made contact, igniting bright flares like an impending storm powerful enough to disrupt reality.

Above, a vast expanse of fire spread, painting a grim spectacle. She watched as the once lush world succumbed to the flames, echoing the fate of the desert world below.

Interestingly, the collision of the two worlds seemed to slow. It was as if an unseen force was deliberately moderating the pace of their inevitable destruction.

Her gaze then settled on the mesmerizing orb she held, where tiny flames flickered, each glowing with the light that once illuminated a grand civilization before the Deep Sea Era.

Even now, that ancient sunlight lingered.

Vanna looked up again, her gaze drawn to a prominent object nearby.

A towering staff, monumental and imposing, was rooted deep within the sand dune. Its surface was an unusual fusion of tree bark and rock, appearing as though shaped by the passage of time itself. The vast fiery expanse overhead illuminated the staff, causing flames to dance along its stone-like exterior. The flickering light revealed intricate inscriptions, tales, and symbols etched by the hands of giants.

For a brief moment, Vanna felt a profound connection to these inscriptions. She studied the complex scripts and symbols intently, almost hearing the resonant voices of the giants narrating their tales.

“…In this place, they mastered the essence of fire.

“Here, they uncovered the secrets of cultivation.

“Once, a cataclysmic flood devastated this land—waters rose furiously, spreading chaos and despair. Yet, afterward, it enriched the soil with unmatched fertility…

“Here, they developed the art of shipbuilding…

“They harnessed the raw power of lightning…”

Compelled, Vanna moved closer to the base of the staff. She slowly looked up towards its top, where it was said to bear no markings.

But now, there was a new inscription there.

In a bygone era, a giant had carved the final words into the stone. The deity in charge of recording the annals of time had written the last chapter on the Pillar of Chronology: “Ta Ruijin and the Traveler concluded their final voyage.”

An eerie atmosphere began to envelop the area, filled with distant whispers and soft, mysterious rustlings. The air was heavy with an otherworldly warmth, gathering into an invisible vortex.

Vanna turned around, her instincts sharp, sensing the source of this disturbance.

She saw a spectacle unlike any other—a play of iridescent light dancing through a chaotic mix of scorching fires and twisted shadows, spawned from the merging of two realities. These gleaming strands seemed to be drawn out through a mystical rift, emitting intense heat. Above, they intertwined and converged, forming a massive, fiery orb.

This celestial body, reminiscent of the sun, throbbed with energy. Streams of fiery power erupted from it, each burst embodying both creation and destruction. As it hovered in the threshold between the colliding worlds, it emitted an almost tangible force. The sun-like entity then began its descent towards the sands, revealing its true nature to the lone observer below.

Hidden within this luminous exterior was a horrifying vision: numerous sinuous tentacles, each tipped with malevolent, alien eyes. These eyes, cold and devoid of empathy, focused intently on the figure standing next to the massive pillar.

“Kneel before me,” a chilling, commanding voice echoed from the sun offspring.