Chapter 558: All That They Left Behind

Chapter 558: All That They Left Behind

In that climactic instant, a piercing burst of cold, luminescent light surged forth from an abyss of immeasurable darkness and turmoil. This radiant flash threatened to overpower and extinguish the small, flickering flame Duncan had carefully introduced into the mysterious object they were all referring to as the sample.

Duncan was temporarily lost in a brief trance, his senses muffled. From the periphery of his awareness, he heard Shirley, who was standing beside him, let out a warning cry: Watch out!

Jarred back to his senses, Duncans instincts kicked in and he took a hasty half-step backwards. Mere fractions of a second later, the glinting tip of a silver sword manifested before his eyes as if emerging from the very air.

Miraculously, the sword tip halted just about ten centimeters from his nose, but it didnt stop there. It continued to extend forward, but at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Aggressive behavior! shouted Ted Lir, who had been zealously monitoring the samples every nuance. Mumbling an incantation, Ted Lir hastily opened a large, arcane tome he had been clutching. From its aged pages, a misty, radiant light burst forth, swiftly covering the surface of the mysterious sample. This light began to harden and layer upon itself, creating a fortified shield of magical barriers around the object.

Simultaneously, Duncan pulled back the small flame he had earlier infused into the sample. His thoughts snapped back into focus, and his eyes returned to the sample resting on its specialized containment platform.

What had once been a lump of unresponsive, grayish-metallic substance now started to change form. A portion of its seemingly inert shell began to protrude and reshape itself, taking on the appearance of a sharply pointed sword.

However, the sword-like formation didnt cause any harm. It extended partway before slowing down as if constrained by some colossal, unseen force. Instead of explosively bursting out, it felt as though the sword was being painstakingly extruded from the samples core.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Lucretia produced a small device known as a conducting rod and briskly took two steps toward the anomalous formation. Just as she was ready to exploit Ted Lirs magical containment of the sample, aiming her rod at the emerging swords midsection in preparation for its destruction, Duncan interjected abruptly, Wait.

Lucretia ceased her half-formed spell and turned to look at her father in bewilderment. Ted Lir, who had been gathering energy for his next mystical intervention, and Nina, who seemed almost eager to jump into action, both halted and looked at Duncan, their faces marked by confusion.

Waving them aside, Duncan cautiously maneuvered around the still-growing blade. He reached the sample, which appeared to be made of a form of living metal, and began to scrutinize its outer layer closely.

Upon examination, Duncan concluded that the sample was not truly alive or animated in any conventional sense. The only movement was the sword extension that continued its slow emergence. The rest of the sample remained as stagnant and immovable as it had been before.

Duncans mind was a whirling tempest of jumbled, fragmented information. The sensation was like having someone rip apart a lifetimes worth of memories, shuffle them indiscriminately, and then dump the disarrayed pieces back into his consciousness. Laboriously, Duncan began to sift through these chaotic snippets, mentally rearranging them again and again, trying to reconstruct them into a coherent stream of useful knowledge.

Within this maelstrom of his mind, he glimpsed a variety of vivid scenesa haunting hue of deep red, streaks of scars scarring the heavens, heroes walking away into the distance, fallen friends lying in fields of battle, a reality that gradually warped and withered away, a journey that seemed aimless and futile. There were also overwhelming emotionsconfusion, rage, terrorfollowed by deathly stillness and eerie calm. Amidst this disarray, bizarre and unsettling images floated up, haunting his psyche.

Duncan considered the notion that if an average individual were subjected to even a sliver of these disjointed thoughts and memories, theyd likely be irrevocably tainted by the perilous knowledge hidden within the fragments.

However, for Duncan, this corrupting knowledge existed as mere shards in the whirlwind of his mind. Through relentless focus and iterative processing, he had started piecing together these disjointed scraps into a more or less coherent narrative.

Ted Lir finally broke the silence, voicing his thoughts. The apocalypse you mentioned If the events youve seen are indeed indicative of an apocalyptic scenario, then they must have occurred

Before the Great Annihilation, Duncan interjected, completing Ted Lirs unspoken thought. He then lifted the sword, eyeing it thoughtfully. Historians have long been stymied by a sort of black wall, a barrier preventing us from looking too deeply into the past. Today, that wall has cracked. This sword may be the first artifact that we can definitively say comes from an era before the Great Annihilation, a tangible link to what I call the Deep-Sea Age.'

The room fell silent again as each person absorbed the magnitude of Duncans words and what they meant for their understanding of history and their world.

A monumental moment in history has just unfolded before us, Ted Lir uttered, his face a complex tapestry of emotions. Faced with revelations that had the potential to upend the academic world, he felt his mind swimming in a sea of conflicting thoughts. Decades of meticulously constructed knowledge were now crashing against the newly introduced concepts, challenging his very understanding of the nature of reality. Instinctively, he silently prayed to Lahem, the deity he followed, seeking mental strength, and deployed psychological coping mechanisms to safeguard his sanity from being shattered.

After several moments of introspective silence, Lucretia looked up, her eyes meeting Duncans. You spoke of many foreign concepts. Are those the difficult topics youve been hesitating to discuss with me?

They are just the tip of the iceberg, Duncan replied softly. I should have shared them with you sooner.

Rather than pressing him for answers or questioning why he had chosen this moment to open up, Lucretia simply shook her head in understanding. She knew her father had his reasons and would divulge them when he was ready.

What intrigued her now was the source of her fathers supernatural knowledge. Could it have originated from what was known as subspace?

Meanwhile, having given the matter some serious thought, Ted Lir pinpointed a critical inconsistency.

From what you claim to have seen, under the effects of this red light, you suggest that their world was consumed by lava, shattered, and all life was extinguished. How, then, did our current Deep-Sea Age come into existence? He lifted his hand and made a slicing gesture through the air, simulating the concept of a geological fault or division in time.

There seems to be a significant disconnect, Captain Duncan. There must have been a transitional phase between the destruction of that world and the onset of our Deep-Sea Age. What youve witnessed doesnt align with any known race, geography, or myth in our present era.

Absolutely, it doesnt align, Duncan nodded thoughtfully. His gaze shifted to the sample displayed on the platform before them. After a lengthy pause, he finally voiced a speculation that had been gnawing at him. Perhaps not much of that world was passed downunlike in our world of humans, elves, and various other races. What we see here, this sword, may be one of the few remnants of that lost world.

That world Ted Lir and Lucretia looked at each other, eyes widening in a mutual moment of understanding. They both realized they were finally grasping Duncans enigmatic observations.

In Duncans mind, an image of what he considered the moon from his homeland resurfaced. Accompanying this mental picture was a sentence Alice had once playfully uttered to him

Captain, is this all some sort of riddle?

Duncans facial muscles twitched ever so subtly, his expression slowly morphing into a smilean enigmatic smile that neither Nina nor Lucretia could fathom.

Yes, it truly is a riddle, he whispered so quietly that only he could hear.