Chapter 635: Restoration

Chapter 635: Restoration

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The winds sweeping across the vast desert were fiercer than Vanna had ever seen before. They roared and screamed, whipping over high sand dunes and jagged, oddly-shaped rocks. As the winds picked up, they lifted countless grains of sand, throwing them into the air in swirling spirals that shot upwards. In the distance, a massive wall of sand rose, casting a menacing, earthy yellow shadow. It seemed as though this enormous sandstorm had enough force to engulf the entire world.

However, in the middle of this wild sandstorm, Vanna and the giant found themselves in a surprisingly peaceful spot. The swirling sand seemed to avoid them, creating a calm area much like the eye of a storm.

Vanna looked around in astonishment, overwhelmed by the sudden change in her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she saw the daunting sandstorm in the distance. It looked impenetrable and almost otherworldly, prompting her to exclaim, What is that?

Beside her, the giant, wearing a tattered robe, gazed at her with calm, wise eyes. Its a storm, traveler, he said softly, his voice filled with meaning. A storm that, knowingly or not, you have started.

Confused, Vanna looked up at him, seeking clarification. How did I trigger such a thing?

The giant, cutting through her confusion, replied, Perhaps you havent yet, but its inevitable. Time here shifts erratically. Do you feel it? This world, after ages of dormancy, is waking up. A rock long buried under the sands is ready to move again.

As Vanna tried to understand his cryptic words, the giant gestured for her to hold her questions. Dont delve too deeply right now, Traveler. As this world nears a pivotal moment, the more you know, the deeper the desert will grip your soul. I dont want to see you lost here.

It was then that Vanna noticed a change in the giant. His eyes emitted a faint yellow glow, reflecting deep sorrow.

The god-like figure, who seemed to have forgotten his own history, was saying farewell.

Come, Traveler, the giant invited softly, join me once more as we complete our joint quest.

Surprised by his sudden urgency, Vanna quickly followed him, asking, Where are we going? What has come undone here?

Were headed to the great pit, the giant answered, his voice heavy with emotion as memories surfaced. It holds what Ive been searching for and perhaps, it also holds the answers you seek.

As the sandstorm intensified, the figures of Vanna and the giant blurred, merging into the endless golden expanse of the desert.

As the sun neared the horizon in its fiery descent, it cast a soft amber glow over the vast, seemingly infinite sea. Above the water, a radiant geometric shape shimmered, casting brilliant light that played with the gentle ripples of the sea, extending endlessly in every direction.

Duncan took a moment to admire the mesmerizing lights dancing beneath his feet before replying: The foundational structure of the Vanished was originally made from the limbs of Atlantis, but it was later replaced by Saslokhas legendary spine. With the mystic abilities of the King of Dreams, this ship, once lost to subspace, transitioned from reality to a dream state. In many ways, the Vanished shares a soul with Atlantis, he explained.

He gently placed the squared timber on the ground, aligning it with the fracture.

Shifting between dreams and memories, Saslokha not only created Atlantis but also reshaped the Vanished. It drew on its vast store of recollections. Yet, its true dilemma is that it has forgotten its very essence. It doesnt even recognize its own dreams, he added.

Duncan reached out with a trembling hand and gently touched the surface of the wooden block. The moment his finger made contact, a ghostly green flame sparked to life at one corner of the wood. Quickly, the flame enveloped the block, casting it in an otherworldly glow. The once-solid block now appeared almost as a mirage, reflecting Duncans own spectral state with its transparent and illusory presence.

Saslokha has always been known as the original Dreamless One. But sometimes, the most heretical theories reveal the simplest truths, Duncan mused aloud.

Then, with a swift movement, he kicked the blazing wooden block into the gaping chasm that opened into subspace.

As the block plunged into the shimmering sea of lights and inky darkness below, a distant, eerie creaking sound began to echo through the vast chamber, reverberating off its ancient walls.

To truly delve into the depths of Atlantiss dream, we dont need to awaken her. Atlantis is already conscious; she needs no awakening, Duncan declared, his voice filled with conviction. Our true mission is to awaken the dormant consciousness of Saslokha, that majestic spine submerged in subspace. We must bridge the gap in communication between Saslokha and Atlantis and, after countless eras, enlighten the Dreamless One about the existence of its own dreams.

The eerie creaking noise grew to an almost unbearable crescendo. Suddenly, tendrils of the same ghostly green flame burst forth from the many fissures and cracks in the ships hull.

These supernatural flames spread quickly, engulfing every part of the ship. As they blazed their path, the monumental cracks began to heal themselves. The shattered skeleton of the ship started to reassemble, piece by piece, as if guided by an unseen hand. The very foundation of the Vanished was beginning to reconnect.

As the process culminated, Duncans gaze was fixed on the largest fissure. Through it, he saw a vision that left him breathless.

The heart of the Vanished, a gargantuan, ageless spine of a forgotten deity suspended in subspace, now sprouted vibrant green branches that intertwined and rejuvenated as the flames made contact.

And thus, two legacies merge into one, Duncan whispered in awe.

As the final breach sealed, Duncan looked at the now-complete base of the ship and mentally called out, Saslokha.

A deep, resonant voice that resembled Goatheads responded, I stand ready, Captain.

Chart our course forward. Its time to locate your offspring.

Aye, Captain! The response echoed with a sense of renewed purpose.