Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 767 - 767 764 Sailing into the Night

?Chapter 767: 764 chapter Sailing into the Night Chapter 767: 764 chapter Sailing into the Night The night continued on the twenty-second day after the sun had set. Messages from afar began to report many disturbing situations.

In the distant Cold Harbor, a massive shadow briefly appeared above the sea—it towered like a sea cliff, resembling a weightless fog. Silently, the shadow drifted from the nearby sea region into the sky, closing in like a curtain beside the City-State. Almost no one saw the shadow appear until a night watch priest suddenly felt a gaze from the sky during a hallucination, and all the churches rang their bells simultaneously, startling the shadow back into the night.

In the warm Moco, the entire Lower City District was once soaked in a strange mist tinged with crimson and rot. Several blocks’ lighting failed almost simultaneously, and the crimson, rotten mist even briefly seeped into the churches and the night Shelter. When the Truth Confidant of the City-State finally dispersed the fog that had risen from the night, the fog-covered district reported several disappearances—including two technicians checking the steam hubs.

The Palman Islands reported that a fleet suddenly appeared nearby and approached the City-State in the night—The City-State issued a no-landing order and directed the fleet to temporarily dock at a nearby gathering point. However, the fleet seemed unaware of the “prolonged night,” as they bewilderedly inquired about the night and insisted it was a “normal day” with “warm and bright sunlight shining on the deck,” even questioning if the City-State’s people were insane.

As the eerie fleet ignored orders and insisted on approaching the City-State, the local City-State navy had to fire upon all the unidentified ships emerging from the night—the radio filled with screams of terror, desperate curses, and calls until the burning wreckage spread across the sea.

No one knew what the City-State navy had destroyed in the night, nor did they know what kind of “sunlight” the fleet that approached from the night was bathed in.

It was now the twenty-second day of the night, and the worldly order was still barely maintained, as the shaky “peace” gradually succumbed in this prolonged night.

In the Lower City District of Prand, a gas lamp outside Duncan’s antique shop emitted a dim yellow light. The lamp posts, lined up like sentinels on the deserted streets, flickered with subtle, hard-to-detect ghostly green flames.

Duncan sat in a chair next to the display window, wiping a brass ornament while casually flipping through an old book.

It was one of Morice’s collections, a magnum opus left by the famous “mad poet” Puman.

On the opened page, inscribed in beautiful script—

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