As the city, which seed to be made entirely of mirrors, fell into ruin, turning into re 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 seed 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 lood 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, untad appearance, the flas were harmless. They existed almost like phantoms, touching but not scarring the real world, and exuded a gentle warmth when they ca 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 flas that enveloped her arm seed 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 flas that covered her. “What cos next for us?”
After considering for a brief mont, 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 sumr day. “Given the urgency of the situation, I had very limited options.”
The high priest was flabbergasted and seed 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 flas, 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 soone 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 co to an end, and a greater adventure lies ahead for .”
“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 imnse, 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 fundantally 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 looked towards the colossal figure looming over the sea. After a thoughtful pause, she said, “Would you like to go and find out?”
“Absolutely,” Shirley replied eagerly. “And while you’re at it, make sure to tell Mr. Duncan that our howork was eaten by those dark hounds.”
Before Shirley could complete her sentence, Nina transford into a radiant streak of fla and shot off towards the gigantic shadow that hung ominously over the city and sea.
…
From a viewpoint high above the waters surrounding Frost, Duncan looked down through breaks in the clouds to survey the city and sea below.
The ocean extended towards the horizon like an endless expanse of liquid darkness, interrupted only by the city-state of Frost, which appeared as a radiant disc floating on the water’s surface. It seed to be basking in its own solitary glow while a faint mist could be discerned at the horizon’s edge, outlining a subtle arc that encapsulated the entire span of human civilization visible from his vantage point.
For Duncan, this was an unparalleled perspective. He had never seen the world from such a dizzying height, and he mused that probably no one else in this world had ever dared to climb so high to gain such an extraordinary view.
Naturally, Duncan knew he couldn’t sustain this lofty position in the sky indefinitely. His energy was finite, and it was already beginning to wane. But before it completely dissipated, he wanted to absorb as much of this celestial view as he could.
Just as he was lost in this contemplation, a tiny, flickering spark shot up from below, darting through the cloud cover and abruptly entering Duncan’s line of sight.
This minuscule fla zigzagged its way through the clouds with the agility of a swallow in mid-flight. As it drew near, Duncan heard Nina’s voice calling out to him. “Uncle Duncan! What are you doing up here?”
“Taking a mont to observe the world,” Duncan replied warmly, allowing the little fla—Nina’s current form—to dance gracefully on his fingertip. “And what brings you to this elevation, young lady?”
“Shirley sent to find you,” Nina answered cheerily, her fiery form flickering with delight on Duncan’s fingertip. Even though her fla was currently larger than the bell tower they had just left, she looked remarkably small from Duncan’s elevated perspective. “You said you’re observing the world? What’s so captivating about it?”
Duncan chuckled and motioned with his eyes toward the sweeping panorama below. “Take a look for yourself.”
Nina’s tiny fla shifted slightly to get a better view.
“…Wow.”
“Stunning, isn’t it?” Duncan whispered. “No one has ever seen the Boundless Sea and the city-state it cradles from this height. And that fog, far in the distance—it’s so majestic that it still takes my breath away, even from up here.”
Nina considered this for a mont before speaking. “If it were an ordinary human, they might not feel anything special when they stand at the edge of that eternal mist because they wouldn’t be able to see its full extent.”
Duncan was montarily surprised by Nina’s insight, and then he burst into appreciative laughter.
“You’re absolutely correct,” he admitted. “An ordinary person, standing right at the edge of that expanse of fog, wouldn’t experience the sa overwhelming sense of awe because they can’t grasp its full magnitude. From our vantage point, we can see so much more.”
Nina’s fla flickered as if indicating curiosity. “Uncle Duncan, it feels like your words have a deeper aning. What are you trying to say?”
Duncan didn’t respond imdiately to Nina’s question. He simply continued to look out at the vast horizon before them. After a few monts 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 fla danced.
“I think what’s written in the books is just scholarly speculation,” Nina ventured, her fla 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 fla 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 thods co with their own sets of constraints. For now, all we can do is observe from this vantage point.”
Nina’s fla dimd slightly, a sign of her montary disappointnt. 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 recomnd 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 fla seed 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 ti 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 tiless dance.
“Alright, Nina, it’s ti 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 howork eaten by dark hounds!” Nina blurted out, her fla flickering wildly with urgency.
Duncan chuckled. “Don’t worry. Mr. Morris and I will make sure to assign new howork for the two of you.”
And with that, the towering figure and the tiny fla began their descent, leaving behind a horizon filled with mysteries, questions, and a fog that veiled the unknown.
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