The stack of papers in Listers grip crashed onto the table as he abruptly rose from his chairit was more like he had sprung up. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the soldier before him, Repeat what you just said?! What happened on Dagger Island?!

Dagger Island its gone! The soldier who had brought the message stuttered, attempting to maintain his composure. Even as a seasoned warrior, this was a challenging situation, A short while ago, we witnessed a chain of explosions erupting on Dagger Island, presumably initiated by the remaining inhabitants who seemed to have set off a series of detonations across different facilities What followed was the patrol fleet in the vicinity observing the rapid submersion of the island until it completely disappeared beneath the oceans surface

Were the ships unharmed? Lister inquired promptly, a frown creasing his forehead as he sensed an irregularity.

No, the soldier shook his head, The sea surface hardly showed any significant change during Dagger Islands sinking process. Frontline reports suggested it was as if the island quietly dissolved into the water.

The expression on Listers face darkened considerably. He lapsed into silence for a few moments, then shifted his gaze to Agatha who was standing nearby, Miss Agatha, based on your knowledge, do any known divine arts, miracles or supernatural objects have the potential to trigger such a phenomenon?

No, Agatha promptly shook her head in response, This scale of abnormal event surpasses the boundaries of magic and could be categorized as a miracleor some kind of anomaly.

In any case, this puts us in a serious predicament. We havent started an investigation yet, and the situation on Dagger Island is still shrouded in mystery. City Hall is not going to appreciate this news, Listers forehead creased further as he drummed his fingers on the table. Suddenly remembering something, he turned his attention back to the soldier, By the way, how did the Mist Fleet respond?

Theyve held their original position, not breaching the marine warning line, the soldier reported promptly, However, post the disappearance of Dagger Island, two of their speedboats made a brief detour towards the areastayed for roughly ten minutes, then swiftly retreated.

That indicates they were observing the situation Seems like this event was also beyond their anticipation, Lister voiced his thoughts slowly, Blast it, we may need to have a word with that sea pirate.

The cathedral is also preparing to take action, Agatha chimed in, Given the circumstances, the exploration plans for Dagger Island are now pointless, and well be shifting our focus to an extensive investigation of the city. The guardians have managed to unearth some clues pointing towards the Annihilation cult members whereabouts and several potential rendezvous points. I will personally oversee a team to address this.

I trust youll make headway, Gatekeeper, Lister said, his eyes rising to meet the black-robed priestess standing before him, The situation is escalating rapidly, and were in dire need of assistance from the mystical realm more than ever before.

We shall do everything in our power.

Agatha offered a faint nod, then lifted her staff and gently tapped it against the floor twice. As the echo of the staff connecting with the ground reverberated in the room, her form abruptly morphed into a gust of gray wind. This wind swirled directly into a faint rift that materialized seemingly out of nowhere on the floor.

Lister watched the spot where Agatha had disappeared. Only when the rift sealed shut did he exhale a deep sigh, sinking heavily back into his chair as he instructed the soldier, You may close the door now.

His immediate task was to draft an urgent letter to City Hall to shed light on the peculiar incident that transpired right on the outskirts of their city-state.

City-state harbor staff were diligently directing ships to their designated docking points, and personnel clad in black or blue uniforms stood on the firm concrete pier, each engrossed in their tasks amidst the biting wind. Their interactions with each other were limited, painting a picture of silent industriousness.

A little further away, other ships lay moored. It seemed they had been docked for a while, with only a handful of crew members visible on deck. Their loading, unloading, or restocking procedures appeared to be completed, leaving them possibly awaiting clearance to set sail from the port.

Beyond the pier, the main road leading to the city was visible. The expansive road stretched towards the imposing buildings in the distance. Gas lamps lining the road hadnt been lit yet, and since it was nearing dusk, there were few pedestrians about. Only the occasional carriage was seen rushing past on the gradually darkening road.

Lawrence stood at the edge of the deck, his gaze fixed on the distant city-state structures.

This wasnt his first venture to Frost, but a number of years had passed since his last visit. The considerable time lapse, coupled with his fading memory, made it hard for him to remember the citys previous appearance. Now, as he looked at the distant spires and towers silhouetted against the twilight, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over him.

Nevertheless, the White Oak had managed to dock safely in the city-state. Despite the notably harsh weather they had encountered during their voyage, they were fortunate enough to avoid any catastrophic storms.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed from behind, prompting the elderly captain to swivel his head and spot his first mate drawing closer.

Were nearly done with the inspection, the first mate informed, The crew is wondering if they can disembark today. Theyve been confined to the ship for quite a while.

Lawrence lifted his gaze to the sky, and although the Worlds Creation hadnt yet made its appearance, the remnants of the twilight had dimmed almost to the brink of obscurity. He furrowed his brow and shook his head, Its too late now. The city imposes a curfew after sundown, and disembarking now wouldnt leave them anywhere to go. They should remain onboard the ship for tonight. Ill personally visit the harbor affairs bureau later to deal with the remaining formalities. By tomorrow morning, everyone else can go ashore.

Understood, Ill relay your instructions, the first mate responded with a smile, then asked casually, Are you planning to go alone? Should we assign a few men to accompany you?

Theres no need. The main entrance of the port office is clearly visible from herejust adjacent to the pier, Lawrence waved dismissively and pointed towards an illuminated area not too far from the shoreline, Once the port inspectors leave, I want you all to examine all the ships storage areas thoroughly, especially the lower deck where the relics and the sealed chambers are located, in case someone carelessly triggers a setup.

Aye, Captain.

Once his first mate had departed, Lawrence drew in a deep breath of the night air. The piercing cold wind blowing in from the northern seas filled his lungs, snapping him back to full alertness.

The seasoned captain then shook his head, grumbling slightly about the harsh weather conditions before making his way towards the nearby staircase.

At the entrance of the staircase, a figure stood, arms folded across their chest, silently observing Lawrence in the fading light.

Lawrence paused and stopped, only uttering hesitantly upon recognizing the figure, Martha? What are you doing here?

If I were in your place, I wouldnt waste time asking questions, and Id get going immediately, the female navigator retorted, her arms still crossed as she regarded the old captain with an air of resignation, Youve let your guard down, Lawrence.

Martha, I Lawrence instinctively stepped forward, sensing something amiss yet struggling to find the right words. He extended his hand slowly, Ive been missing you How have you been holding up recently?

Martha remained silent, not responding to his question. The female navigator merely watched him quietly, her gaze seemingly focused on some distant point. Amidst the gentle sea breeze and the soothing rhythm of the waves, she began to hum softly:

Set sail, set sail, the wanderer at sea presses on

Amidst the storm, amidst the cacophony, were but a single plank away from the grasp of death.

Stow away the jib, hoist the mainsail, release the ropes, grip the gunwaleweve arrived at the oceans heart

Marthas voice gradually softened, eventually trailing off, her gaze locking onto Lawrence. She murmured, almost as if she were conversing with herself, Lawrence, tread carefully, youve arrived at the oceans heart.

Suddenly, Lawrence drew in a deep breath, the crisp, cold air sharpening his senses. A memory flashed through his mind, prompting him to hurriedly rummage through his pocket in a frenzied manner.

Martha advanced one step, slowly ambling towards him.

Lawrence, how did you age so? The female navigator extended her hand, her voice raspy yet tender. Her youthful visage remained, and although the harshness of a life spent at sea had etched lines onto her face, she was as stunning as Lawrence remembered, Its been a lifetime, hasnt it? Youre not the sprightly lad you once were Nor am I

Martha Lawrences throat bobbed as he groped for the small bottle in his pocket, missing it several times.

He could almost detect the fragrance of Marthathat familiar, comforting scent with a hint of citrus, her chosen perfume.

Martha He finally located the small bottle.

Clutching it in his hand, rooted to the spot on the deck, he observed the figure from his past extend her hand towards him, a scene he had replayed countless times in his dreams. As her hand, warm as he remembered, gently grazed the ends of his hair, he watched the woman from his past flash him a smile as if sharing a yearning that had remained unfulfilled for far too long

Martha, Im sorry. Lawrence tightly gripped the medicine bottle and poured the sharp-tasting liquid into his mouth, causing Marthas image to become hazy and gradually vanish.