There was a shadow, a shadow beyond Silantis, constantly floating in this vast dark space constructed from the dreams and mories of Silantis.
Now, Duncan had discovered its existence for the first ti.
"By the na of Rahm!" Rune exclaid, his eyes widened as he stared at the massive structure finally erging from above the dark space under the reflection of a pale green firelight, "What is that?!"
However, Duncan didn’t answer; he only stepped up to the window, gazing intensely at the dark structure pressing down on Silantis yet paused at a certain mont. After a while, his eyes slightly shifted as if he suddenly realized sothing—
"The Great Annihilation... so that’s what it is..."
...
Corruption and distortion were spreading throughout the forest, across the land, spreading over the entire world.
Sothing intangible was "seeping" into this ancient land of the Elves. Where it spread, the ground undulated like swollen flesh, shadows sprang forth endless fangs and eyes, trees grew wildly, then dissolved and ascended like flas... Everything seed to lose its inherent order and underwent a grotesque and drastic transformation akin to a nightmare.
Sharp and terrifying screams and howls continuously swept across the forest, roaring through the enormous canopy structure of Silantis as if to tear souls apart, resonating wildly between heaven and earth.
Sherry, still shaken, looked down at the land below, watching the region that had been lush and full of life just a mont ago transform into an absurd purgatory that not even nightmares could describe, observing the Abyssal mouths and fluctuating flesh and shadows open in the forest, subconsciously clutching the protrusions on the edge of the "paper boat."
"This thing really won’t fall down?"
She glanced again at the "small boat" made of paper under her feet, very unsure, and confird with the witch lady beside her.
Not long ago, when the entire forest suddenly burst with a terrifying "Corrosion," and seeing there was no way back, Lucresia unveiled a piece of paper before her eyes, folded a small boat, and pulled her into it—Sherry couldn’t understand the bizarre principle of this "witchcraft" at all; she only knew that the boat was now floating above that dreadful land, and the feeling of the paper under her feet made her too scared to even breathe heavily.
Even the Dog beside her carefully tucked in its paws and curled up as if afraid it might accidentally puncture the bottom of the paper boat.
"I’ve never fallen off," Lucresia said, pulling out more white paper and skillfully folding more strangely-shaped objects without looking up, "If you’re too worried, just close your eyes and pretend you’re lying on the sofa at ho."
"How is that possible!" Sherry exclaid instinctively, and then let out a frightened shriek as the small boat rocked in the wind. She then noticed Lucresia’s ongoing activity, "What are you still folding?!"
"Soldiers, the ’winged flying soldiers’ Ginny Hyde described in ’City in the Clouds,’" Lucresia casually said, "We need to know the situation in other places, and if we really encounter enemies, we need fighting power to protect this boat."
Saying this, she threw the neatly folded paper figurines casually toward the semi-open space outside the paper boat—the exquisite papern unfolded their wings in mid-air, quickly growing to human size, they bowed toward Lucresia’s direction, and then swiftly flew into the distance.
Sherry stared at the scene dumbfounded; however, just as she opened her mouth to say sothing, a voice seed to drill directly into her brain, interrupting her conversation with Lucresia: "... initially, those ’Corrosions’ appeared at the edges of the world, and things began to take on strange and terrifying forms..."
Sherry and Lucresia looked at each other, both had heard the voice—it sounded sowhat young and immature, like a little girl’s voice.
It was the voice of Silantis.
The howling wind picked up more sand and dust, a desert storm that had seemingly subsided without notice, leaving only disorderly dust clouds rising in the field of vision, blurring the sight, distorting the distant scenery.
"When the weather just started to change, scholars had issued warnings, calling on people to prepare—but what to prepare for?"
The giant’s voice rose amidst the wind and sand, deep and steady, like a rock standing within the wind.
Fenna stood in this endless wind and sand, gazing at the "Giant Tower" in the distance.
She had returned to this place called "The Archive," returned to this pit symbolizing the end of civilization, with the giant. She didn’t know why the giant had brought her back here, but she felt a trendous change was underway—centered around this "Archive," sothing dreadful was unfolding its curtain.
Suddenly, a sound of sothing tearing apart erupted, a huge noise that seed capable of shattering mountains.
Fenna looked up in astonishnt, staring at the giant red crack in the sky, observing the red light signifying the end—in the surging blood-red light, she saw the undulating shadows that had destroyed this world finally beginning to reveal a glimpse of their true form before her eyes—
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