Bansters response was delivered in a manner that was undeniably clear, uncomplicated, and forthright so much so that Lune was initially taken aback, unable to formulate a response.

Why are you delving into all of this now? Lune, who was rather short and plump, voiced his discontent in a grumble. Youve thrown so many questions at me that I was almost convinced you were planning on mothballing your Ark the moment you got back today

All Im doing is underscoring the potential dangers inherent in this situation, Banster retorted, his facial expression remaining stoic. His face, lean and pallid, took on a grave intensity. Were all aware of the catastrophe that befell the Thirteen Islands of Witherland in the past to say that the islands simply sank is a gross understatement. Essentially, a large-scale rift was forged between our worlds reality and subspace over there, leaving that sea volatile to this day. And those leviathans

Banster, theyre safe, Lune interjected, his demeanor composed. His eyes were a brilliant blue, seeming to radiate a gentle, calming wisdom. Im not some deranged academic who would thoughtlessly introduce border relics into our civilized society. The leviathan corpses were subjected to a decade of rigorous scrutiny and testing in the proving grounds of the Truth Academy. It was only after all the unstable elements were thoroughly vetted and eliminated that I elected to repurpose them into the sacred Arks of our churches.

There was a pause, and Banster fell into a contemplative silence. It wasnt until roughly ten seconds later that Frem shattered the quietude, saying, Regardless of the circumstances, we were compelled to construct the Arks. Lune did take some risks, but without the creation of those Arks, we would likely have lost all contact with our Four Gods.

In the midst of the bleak, tumultuous void, the quartet of figures collectively fell quiet.

At times, I cant help but ponder Could those four leviathans that emerged along the eastern frontier be some form of divine providence?

Lune shook his head, muttering under his breath, Without those leviathans, the Truth Academy wouldve been incapable of building the Arks. Back then, all our other options appeared bleak and unlikely to succeed

My friends, I confess that I have indeed withheld many details regarding the leviathans. But I hope you can all appreciate that it was due to the dire circumstances of a border collapse.

When I handed over the Ark in the past, I urged you to avoid delving into their origins and instead embrace it as a miracle.

A divine gift, Banster murmured slowly, I sincerely wish I hadnt heard that. It feels akin to a gory offering, the countless souls of the Thirteen Islands of Witherland sacrificed to that ship, culminating in the creation of the four Arks that exist today.

Thats not entirely accurate. Theres no concrete evidence to suggest that the emergence of the leviathan is the handiwork of the Vanished. Rather, its merely a reflection of the interconnected nature of our world, where certain events happen to coincide with others, Lune offered in a soothing tone. As for that ship, it has already returned to the Boundless Sea. Regardless of your personal feelings, its master has reclaimed his human essence. The Vanisheds warning bears a striking similarity to the Border Collapse vision, unearthed by Captain Duncan a century ago a dire prophecy that, as I frequently emphasize, we must confront and take to heart.

Truth doesnt bend to accommodate individual perspectives, for it is timeless, Banster remarked dismissively with a wave of his hand. Believe me, I have heard you expound on these matters to the point of exhaustion.

Helena cast a glance at Lune, then at Banster. After a moments hesitation, she suggested, Banster, if youre still wrestling with doubts, why not engage Captain Duncan in a direct conversation? Gauge his current outlook, and perhaps even clarify the truth about what happened at the Thirteen Islands of Witherland all those years ago. Even though he claims to have lost his memory now, a personal interaction with him might

Before she could complete her thought, Banster promptly cut her off with an emphatic wave of his hand. Helena, of all your outlandish propositions, this one surpasses them all.

Alright, it was just a suggestion.

At this point in time, we must exercise caution in our interactions with the Vanished, Lune interjected aptly. Our current level of engagement is already quite audacious; any further, and we must consider the potential implications on subspace. We cannot afford to expose the Ark to any risk of contamination.

The stoney giant-like figure of Frem slowly shifted his gaze, observing the three Popes in conversation. Yet, your three saints were forcibly taken aboard the ship.

In unison, Helena and Lune countered, They were not abducted!

Banster, however, waited for them to finish before adding, with an air of nonchalance, My saint is still safe within the confines of the church. It was merely a shadow of her that boarded the ship.

In the following moment, the chaotic darkness descended into a hushed silence again, leaving a tangible yet subtle tension hanging in the air among the four.

Eventually, Lune was the first to break the silence: In any case, none of you have disclosed the truth about the leviathans residing at the base of the Arks to your saints, correct?

No, Helena was the first to respond, shaking her head, though I did associate the leviathan with the supernatural substructure under the city as soon as I heard about it from Vanna. I chose not to reveal anything to her.

Banster was next to shake his head: Instead of stirring up unnecessary chaos amongst my clergy, Id rather clarify the situation with you, old friend. Albeit, it seems your knowledge on the matter is also limited.

Frem followed suit with a head shake: My saint wasnt forcibly taken onto the ship

Finally, all three voices echoed in unison: Can you drop it already?!

Keeping the matter concealed for the time being is the prudent course of action, Lune, looking somewhat exasperated, glanced towards the massive stone figure of Frem, then turned towards Helena and Banster, nodding in agreement. At the moment, were severely lacking in information. We must first decipher the situation unfolding beneath the city and validate the intel received from the Vanished before we can strategize further.

He paused briefly before adding: When the circumstances are conducive, we can establish contact with that ship again through our respective saints. For now, lets deliberate on the remaining part of the warning issued by the Vanished. His words instantly rendered everyones expressions gravely serious.

Ill begin with my view, Banster was the first to voice his opinion. In light of the warning from the Vanished, I propose we institute a comprehensive surveillance system throughout our churches, the city, and the naval fleet The coverage must be extensive and all-encompassing. If the contents of the warning are accurate, and the ancient deity truly pervades all, then any unmonitored area could potentially transform into ground zero for the next Frost Crisis. Based on this, the patrol fleets of the various churches should make corresponding adjustments, mimicking the vigilance required to ward off a Border Collapse.

Just like the old times Helena turned to Banster, her surprise evident, It appears Lunes earlier concerns were unwarranted. Youre treating the warning from the Vanished with due seriousness. I presumed you would question all the information originating from that ship due to the repercussions of the Thirteen Islands of Witherland incident.

Its precisely because of the incidents at the Thirteen Islands of Witherland and the recent Frost Crisis, Banster responded gravely, his tone heavy and solemn. These occurrences have driven home the point that any matters associated with that ship cant be taken lightly. Hence, Im committed to maintaining stringent surveillance on anything related to that ship, more so than anyone else.

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Once swallowed by an impenetrable darkness, the vast ocean swiftly recouped its original state, shedding the terrifying shadows and regaining its tranquil aura. The chaotic shadows that had been wreaking havoc across the sky yielded to the commanding sunlight, paving the way for the sky and sea to regain their vivid, warm, and tranquil demeanor. The eerie green flame that had been omnipresent across the ship receded into obscurity as the vessel made its retreat from the spiritual dimension.

In the wake of this transformation, Goathead, without missing a beat, assumed command of the steering wheel, adjusting the ships velocity to a leisurely cruising speed.

Captain, Captain, have we docked at the southern lands? Alice, bubbling with youthful exuberance, asked as soon as she saw Duncan relinquishing control of the ship.

Duncan looked at her, somewhat amused, and replied, How could we have traversed such a vast expanse so swiftly? Do you realize the immense distance separating Frost from Wind Harbor?

Puzzled, Alice scratched her head and said, Ah, I noticed you slowing down the ship and the Vanished pulling out of the spiritual realm. I presumed wed reached our destination

Duncan responded in his typical, laid-back tone, Weve re-entered the physical world to change our surroundings. Extended journeys in the spiritual realm can be harmful to both physical and mental health. We do have several normal humans aboard this ship

He abruptly trailed off mid-sentence, then shook his head dismissively, Coming back to the physical world, feeling the sea breeze against our skin, soaking up the sunlight these things help ease the strain of long voyages. Also, the Vanished itself needs some time to recover.

True, Alice slowly nodded in agreement, a satisfied smile illuminating her face, everyone seems so much more at ease back in the sunlight. All their tension appears to have just melted away.

Duncan realized that the everyone Alice was referring to were actually the ships inanimate objects buckets, ropes, pots, and pans. He marveled at the strange connection Alice had forged with the ships sentient objects over time, and her uncanny ability to detect their emotions. But all these were constructive evolutions.

Goathead will be steering the ship later while I take a breather, Duncan informed Alice, Our dinner menu for tonight includes toasted bread, fish fillets, and a hearty vegetable soup.

Ah, yes, Captain! Alice responded enthusiastically. She then glanced towards the setting sun, its glorious rays reflecting off the two mystical rune rings faintly visible at the seas horizon.

Ill get started on the meal prep then. She announced, swiftly turning on her heels and dashing towards the ships kitchen.

Duncan stood watching Alices retreating figure, a content smile tugging at his lips as she disappeared behind the cabin door at the far end of the deck.

He then took a moment to draw a shallow breath, pivoted, and began walking towards the door located at the opposite end of the deck The Door of the Lost.

His gaze skimmed over the mysterious inscriptions carved into the door. Placing his hand on the cold metal handle, he pushed the door open with a gentle force.