Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 783 - 783 780 Remains

?Chapter 783: Chapter 780: Remains Chapter 783: Chapter 780: Remains Walking along the broad “Pilgrim’s Path,” Duncan reached the grand entrance of the temple—a colossal opening that seemed large enough for giants, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with towering doors made of some unidentifiable material that had long since fallen into disrepair. One door lay collapsed on the ground, while the other leaned crookedly against the palace wall.

A faint sound of ocean waves emanated from the entrance, mingled with a chaotic, low noise, as if some giant beast was emitting labored breaths and murmurs in the darkness. A slightly fishy, salty sea breeze swirled at the end of the Pilgrim’s Path, carrying a chill with it.

“It’s an incredible creation…” Morris reached the outer wall of the palace, the socket of one eye deforming and retreating as a set of lenses extended along a copper track from within, closely examining the rough, dilapidated dark green boulders, “So tightly fitted… it’s almost as though they were ‘grown’ this way…”

“I’ve seen such walls in some Dreamscapes,” Fenna said, gently caressing the outer walls, “and in visions during prayer too… many saints see bizarre high walls or stacked boulders in their hallucinations, it turns out… those visions pointed to this…”

Lucritia stood before the massive entrance, casually tossing a piece of white paper into the dark corridor. Upon leaving her hand, the paper spontaneously burst into flames, forming a vaguely human-shaped firelight that flew a short distance in the darkness.

“Inside… it’s very calm,” Witch Lady hesitated, “but my Spell disperses quickly as if there’s some kind of invisible suppression.”

Duncan glanced inside the palace, then looked back at his followers who had embarked on the island with him. After a moment of thought, he raised his hand and gently waved—ghastly green flames immediately ignited out of nowhere, spreading over each person.

Nina was startled at first, but quickly became curious, playing with the flames on her arm and rolling them into a small ball in her palm. Fenna and Morris moved within the flames—Fenna drew her greatsword for a few swings, and Morris’s joints crackled. Lucritia, however, seemed a bit at a loss; she was not yet accustomed to her father’s habit of ‘lighting a little fire when inspired,’ and she was visibly tense.

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