Chapter 434: Looking into the Distance

As the city, which seemed to be made entirely of mirrors, fell into ruin, turning into mere ashes and cinders, the suffocating darkness that had enveloped it began to lift. The ghostly figures that made up the Queen’s Guard slowly faded away into nothingness, vanishing into the atmosphere as if they had never existed. Similarly, the monstrous creatures that had been laying waste to the city started to disintegrate, turning into a quickly drying, black, muddy substance. The previous sounds of gunfire and warfare that had echoed throughout the cityscape were now gone, replaced by a silence so profound it almost felt oppressive. This newfound silence was accompanied by a palpable sense of dread, yet also an eerie tranquility that seemed to cloak the city in an icy embrace.

Every single person in the city found themselves unable to look away from the enormous figure that loomed in the distant Boundless Sea. This massive being was barely visible, hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, yet its presence was overwhelming. Just a few minutes prior, the entity had destroyed the mirrored Frost—a key part of the city—reducing it to ashes within its massive hand. This act left the inhabitants of the city in a state of uncertainty, struggling to comprehend what their future would hold.

All that was left of the chaos was a mystical, spectral-green fire. This fire covered the entire city and even spread across the surface of the sea. Despite its wild, untamed appearance, the flames were harmless. They existed almost like phantoms, touching but not scarring the real world, and exuded a gentle warmth when they came into contact with anything.

Amidst all of this, Agatha lowered her eyes to focus on the task at hand—assisting the high priest, who looked visibly shaken. The green flames that enveloped her arm seemed to make him slightly nervous, but that nervousness paled in comparison to the intense mood that had overtaken the entire city.

“What will happen to us...” The high priest’s voice quivered as he spoke, his eyes darting between Agatha and the green flames that covered her. “What comes next for us?”

After considering for a brief moment, Agatha shook her head and replied, “I don’t know.”

The high priest’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You don’t know?!”

“I didn’t ask,” Agatha responded, her voice as serene as a gentle breeze on a summer day. “Given the urgency of the situation, I had very limited options.”

The high priest was flabbergasted and seemed to be on the verge of asking a multitude of questions—questions about the origins of the titanic figure in the sea, the nature of the mystical flames, and why Agatha appeared as she did. However, he found himself speechless, at a complete loss for words.

Agatha paid little attention to the high priest’s reaction. Instead, she slightly tilted her head, noticing the last few delicate, white ashes that gently landed on her shoulder. It felt like a reassuring touch as if someone were patting her on the back for reassurance.

Suddenly, a soft voice whispered in her ear, “I must depart. My journey in this mortal realm has come to an end, and a greater adventure lies ahead for me.”

“Farewell, Bishop Ivan,” Agatha responded softly.

A distant breeze began to blow, making its way through the grand doors of the Silent Cathedral and sweeping across the open square in front of it. That gentle wind lifted the last bit of ash from Agatha’s shoulder, allowing it to scatter and disappear into the air, signaling an end and a beginning all at once.

Situated high on the bell tower behind the church, Shirley found herself a comfortable perch on a jutting edge of the rooftop. Dressed in a black skirt, she dangled her legs freely over the side, swinging them back and forth in a bored fashion. The wind carried her soft words as she murmured, “It’s so quiet now...”

“Seems like everyone is paralyzed with fear,” Nina responded. She was standing on a small platform a few feet behind Shirley, her eyes turned towards the sky. “I was shocked, too.”

“How could anyone not be?” Shirley shuddered as she glanced cautiously at the immense, shadowy figure that hovered over the distant ocean. “I never expected Mr. Duncan to deal with the situation in such a... dramatic fashion. It’s even more intense than what happened in Pland.”

Nina nodded solemnly. “Uncle Duncan explained that the crisis in Frost was fundamentally connected to the mirror city. So, to truly fix the problem, the mirror city had to be entirely eliminated. Simply sealing off passages or disrupting the rituals of cultists would have only been a temporary fix. The ultimate solution was to drag the mirror city into our reality and destroy it. However, because of the mirror city’s massive scale, he needed a ‘fire field’ that was equally as large to get the job done.”

Shirley waved her hand dismissively. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re really into all this fire stuff, huh? I’ll be sure to let Mr. Duncan know.” Then, her expression turned to one of confusion. “But where is Mr. Duncan now? The crisis is over, isn’t it? When is he coming back?”

Nina’s flame flickered as if indicating curiosity. “Uncle Duncan, it feels like your words have a deeper meaning. What are you trying to say?”

Duncan didn’t respond immediately to Nina’s question. He simply continued to look out at the vast horizon before them. After a few moments of silence, he asked, “Have you ever wondered what might be on the other side of that fog?”

“The books say that the fog is infinite—that there’s no ‘other side,’ just endless fog,” Nina answered.

“And what do you believe?” Duncan queried, glancing back at his fingertip where Nina’s flame danced.

“I think what’s written in the books is just scholarly speculation,” Nina ventured, her flame glowing brighter as if excited by her own thoughts. “Mr. Morris always said that anything beyond the known world is purely conjecture and that science is about testing those hypotheses. So maybe, just maybe, there’s an entirely different world beyond that fog.”

Duncan smiled at Nina’s curiosity and imagination, pleased to see such a free-thinking spirit. “Ah, the joys of youthful speculation,” he said softly. “It’s a precious thing, indeed.”

Nina paused, her flickering flame seeming to brighten as if hit by a sudden realization. “Ah, Uncle Duncan, are you thinking of venturing into that fog? Considering how high we are and how close we are to the northern border, it almost feels like you could...”

“Unfortunately, it’s not possible,” Duncan replied, gently shaking his head and tempering Nina’s enthusiasm. “The form I’m in has its limitations, both in terms of duration and scope. Ritual methods come with their own sets of constraints. For now, all we can do is observe from this vantage point.”

Nina’s flame dimmed slightly, a sign of her momentary disappointment. After a thoughtful pause, she ventured cautiously, “Well, could I go take a look? I can fly, you know.”

Duncan shook his head again, his tone firm yet kind. “Only for a brief while, you’re well aware of your own limitations. And even then, I wouldn’t recommend it. We don’t know enough about that mysterious fog to risk venturing into it. There’s a fine line between embracing the spirit of adventure and acting recklessly.”

Nina’s flame seemed to slump as if sighing. “So, we’re really confined to just watching from here, huh?”

“The first step of any journey is to look out into the distance,” Duncan said, his eyes crinkling with warmth. He could sense his high-energy form starting to fade; his time in this celestial observation post was nearly up. But before he vanished, he looked at Nina and added, “And our exploration extends far beyond the horizon. Have you ever taken a good look at the structure of our city-state? It’s so perfectly circular, so immaculately organized that it almost seems too ideal to be natural. And then there’s the Boundless Sea beneath us; we have no idea what secrets lie in its depths.”

He continued, “Various factions have their theories. The zealots believe the world is destined for destruction, and they alone hold the power to create a new one. The church insists that only by following the teachings of the four gods can the world continue to exist. Yet despite these strong opinions, the world is filled with mysteries that none of us fully understand—whether it’s the zealots, the church, or scholars from various city-states, everyone’s views are colored by their own biases and limitations.”

As Duncan spoke, his enormous form began to fade, gradually dissolving into the air. The sea below, which had mirrored his presence, slowly returned to its natural state, its waves resuming their timeless dance.

“Alright, Nina, it’s time for us to go back. We have a lot of responsibilities waiting for us,” Duncan said, preparing for their descent.

“Oh! Wait, Uncle Duncan, I almost forgot! Shirley and I had our homework eaten by dark hounds!” Nina blurted out, her flame flickering wildly with urgency.

Duncan chuckled. “Don’t worry. Mr. Morris and I will make sure to assign new homework for the two of you.”

And with that, the towering figure and the tiny flame began their descent, leaving behind a horizon filled with mysteries, questions, and a fog that veiled the unknown.