Chapter 747: Sunset

Chapter 747: Sunset

Seventy-two hours later, the prolonged sunset began to gradually draw to a close. At the edge of the Boundless Sea, the glorious sun now left only a sliver of golden edge and some parts of the rune rings still hovering above the sea surface. Refracted by the clouds, the evening glow at this moment became even more magnificent, yet also increasingly dim.

The people of this world had no leisure to appreciate the grandeur of the sunset—the splendid and brilliant twilight meant only the approach of nightfall for most, and now, the entire world was slowly stepping into what might be the longest night in history.

In the city-state of Mok, two steam walkers, hanging the amulet of the Academy of Truth, strolled through the streets. Fully armed truth guardians accompanied on both sides, inspecting the situation on the streets while urging citizens to return home quickly. In the increasingly dim daylight, the shadows of warriors and spider robots were stretched long, wobbling and blending into the shadows between the streets and buildings alongside.

In Cold Port, the last resupply operation had ended. Notices of temporary metro closure echoed through each station as guardians sealed all doors leading to underground facilities, guarding every entrance and exit. At sunset, holy steam and incense would be injected into the pipes until a complete purification of the city-state’s underground was achieved. After that, the metro would reopen, but it would operate strictly according to a new timetable and safety regulations.

After all, the night might last one to two months, and the city-state could not come to a complete halt for such an extended period. During these seventy-two hours of “preparation period” at dusk, the city-state’s administrators and scholars had already devised a new “timetable” and safety system to maintain the city’s basic functions as much as possible during the prolonged night.

This new timetable and safety system had not been tested in practice, nor was there time for more thorough and detailed discussions—each city-state would test the feasibility of its own “nightfall plan” in the long darkness before the sun rose again.

In the distant Lansa, gunshots once disturbed the city’s tranquility, almost piercing through people’s strained nerves. Suntists took the opportunity to stir up the highly tense and uneasy citizens, preaching that the true Black Sun would be reborn during the nightfall. Followers deceived by them set fires in the lower city areas, attempting to seize the church at the edge of the city-state.

The chaos was quickly suppressed. The “clerics” of the Church of the Flame Bearers took control of the situation immediately. However, the tension in the city-state had already escalated...

...

With their long limbs, mechanical spiders walked through the city-state’s mottled and ancient streets. The broadcast device installed on the head of the walking machines emitted a slightly distorted voice, echoing through the alleys:

“Attention all citizens... There are thirty minutes until sunset. Please return home as soon as possible... The new curfew will last twelve hours, followed by the implementation of a temporary city operation timetable...”

“...Steam, electricity, and gas will be supplied as usual. Workers in relevant positions can pass through checkpoints with a permit... Various nightfall shelters will remain open long-term, until sunrise...”

“It is the duty of citizens to assist in monitoring the operation of city infrastructure... If you find a streetlight out or the steam supply is disrupted, please report immediately to the nearest church or security booth...”

“...If you find unnatural shadows in your home, or hear strange noises from underground, seek help from the Truth Guardians on the streets immediately...”

“Please remain calm and relaxed. We are experiencing a special abnormal vision. The city-state has enough strength to protect everyone. Please follow the new timetable and safety regulations to maintain life and keep healthy...”

The broadcast voice gradually faded away, turning into a vague and distorted whisper of wind outside the window of a harbor inn. The gas lamps had been lit, the lonely lights dispelling the malicious darkness, illuminating the empty streets—except for the occasional patrolling guards passing by the intersections, no pedestrians could be seen on the streets anymore.

Martha fell silent for a while before speaking again: “...If the sun continues to operate this way, people will eventually adapt. The chaos is only temporary, just like those city-states that survived the Dark Ages. They found new ways to continue after the collapse of the ancient kingdom. As long as we survive, life always finds a way.”

Lawrence knew this wasn’t something Martha would say—she was an exceptional female explorer and captain, not a philosopher.

Yet, he still felt a bit of comfort and warmth in her words.

“You’re right, Martha,” he nodded gently, “There’s always a way out...”

In the high sky, the pale World’s Creation was gradually appearing behind the clouds, with the increasingly thin sunlight slowly fading from the sea surface, and a layer of murky fog had appeared nearby, undulating with the sea.

The towering bow of the Vanished cut through the waves, heading into the distance in the evening fog, with the half-transparent spirit sails on its tall masts billowing without wind. The Bright Star followed closely, its semi-solid, semi-ethereal hull undulating in the waves as if it might plunge into another dimension at any moment.

“The latest news came from Wind Harbor, the last civilian cargo ship that could return to port before sunset had already docked—the city-state navy was setting up outposts and navigational markers in the nearby waters and was moving a mobile port equipped with a high-power steam core and church facilities to the sea between the city-state and the glowing object. After that, ships returning to the city-state had to dock at this temporary port and undergo strict inspection and quarantine before being allowed to approach the city-state.”

Duncan stood on the bow deck, listening to Morris relay the situation from Wind Harbor, and nodded slightly: “Lawrence is currently in the city-state of Pland. He said that they have given a twenty-four-hour window for ships returning after nightfall there. After the window ends, returnees must also stay at a temporary dock near the city-state for inspection and quarantine.”

“Each city-state is developing different response plans based on its own situation and experience, but no one knows which plan will be most effective,” Vanna said from the side, “But anyway, getting through the first night should not be a big problem. Most city-states can safely welcome the sunrise with just their stored supplies. What really worries people... is the future.”

Duncan remained silent, just quietly thinking.

After a while, he suddenly asked, “What about the sightings of the ‘Doomsday Survey Group’?”

“Just as you expected. There have also been sporadic sightings reported in other parts of the world,” Vanna nodded, “I confirmed this with Her Majesty Helena, who mentioned that starting several days ago, there have been at least five incidents ‘witnessing phantoms appearing suddenly as if from another dimension’ within the influence of the Storm Church. After comparison and verification, three of them are very likely to be the Doomsday Survey Group performing observation tasks at the end of time.”

Duncan pondered for a moment, nodding lightly.

And in the corner of his eye, the last glimmer of twilight finally faded away from the sea surface.

It had gone dark.