Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 782 - 782 779 Memories Lurking on the Island

?Chapter 782: Chapter 779: Memories Lurking on the Island Chapter 782: Chapter 779: Memories Lurking on the Island Having passed those black “islands” that crowded the surrounding waters, Homeloss and Brilliant Starship gradually drew closer to the “central main island,” constructed from piled-up dark stones, resembling a sort of man-made colossal structure.

A thin mist around the two ships flowed slowly like a living thing, drifting over the nearby sea surface. The light breeze that blew through the fog seemed to carry with it a faint, whispering murmur and overlapping, dream-like chatter.

Fenna stood at the edge of the deck, staring at the Island of Black Stone that was growing larger in her sight, her hands unconsciously tightening their grip. The soft sound of waves, at some point, echoed in her mind. In a trance, she felt as if she had returned to many years before, to the moment she first heard the sound of those waves—in the cathedral’s chapel, before the holy icon of the goddess, having just completed her baptism, when that soft voice swept into her heart like a sea breeze:
“Ah… my little fish… you’ve come…”

Fenna suddenly awoke from her reverie, realizing that it was not an illusion; indeed, a voice had risen from the depths of her heart, and at almost the same time, she saw a change occur on that dark and somber island—the magnificent “palace” seemed to sway gently, and countless huge limbs stretched from every door and window of the palace, reaching towards the sky and dipping into the ocean, stirring the waters and weaving the mists.

Then, the tentacles suddenly vanished, as if retreating back into the palace, and many large and small, hazy shadows emerged near the island, resembling gathered ships. Countless shaking figures disembarked from the island’s edge, holding torches and banners, stepping onto those dark stones like pilgrims, entering the temple from two side doors…

Fenna thought she heard music, a celebratory flute and percussion resonating together, and visions unfolded before her eyes only to dissolve again—
She saw pilgrims arriving, then the scene shifted to artisans constructing the palace. She saw sea monsters and humans gathering together near the vast coastline for a pilgrimage, saw people in splendid attire lighting lamps on high platforms, while the distant sky was being devoured by a red glow—she saw war, peace, heroes, voyagers, young warriors shielding the crowd to reach the sacred hall, who then never woke from their slumber on the second morning…

Trying hard to keep her eyes open in the visions, she watched the colossal shadow deep within all the phantoms. She saw the palace, built from black and dark green stones, opening its great gates to her, a shape-shifting entity emerging and transforming before her into the “Still Sea Maiden” with open arms: “We have waited for a long time…”

A deep rumble suddenly came from the depths of the ark, and Helena opened her eyes from her meditation.

The main light wasn’t turned on in the prayer room, only an oil lamp burned quietly before the icon, its flickering flame casting shifty shadows as if hiding many whispering figures within the play of light.

You didn't buy this chapter, Buy it and read full at novelbin.com