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Chapter 593: The Gathering of Remnants

Without uttering a word, Nina and Morris exchanged an understanding glance before silently communicating their predicament.

Uncle Duncan, Nina relayed through her thoughts, Weve run into a third Shireen. Shes mentioned the Silent Wall, too.

Shaking off his initial shock, Morris greeted the elf maiden with respect, who had so mysteriously appeared at the edge of the sunlit clearing. With a composed voice, he replied, We werent informed of any such command. Can you enlighten us about the current situation?

A look of surprise momentarily flashed across the elf maidens face, realizing Morriss genuine unawareness. However, she swiftly regained her composure and said, Things have taken a turn for the worse. A dark corruption is expanding beyond the Silent Wall. At the moment, the only refuge lies within the walls confines due to the Creators absence.

The Creators absence?!

Grasping the weight of her words, Morris managed to maintain a stoic front, solemnly inquiring, Would you lead us to this Silent Wall?

The elf maiden promptly answered, her gaze reflecting both a sense of duty and worry. Youre fortunate to have come across a ranger like me. I may be one of the last of my kind still patrolling these parts. Follow my lead before the ominous corruption reaches this place.

She began to make her way deeper into the forest, but after a few strides, she halted, casting a fleeting glance back at the duo, Just so you know, my name is Shireen. Its a name youd do well to remember.

Both Morris and Nina acknowledged with a shared nod, watching as the elf maiden named Shireen resumed her path, guiding them further into the depths of the forest in the direction of the much-discussed Silent Wall.

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After what seemed like an endless journey through the dense woods, Shirley began to question something she had always taken for granted: Was the so-called Silent Wall just a myth, or did it genuinely exist?

She had been walking for such a long time that she had lost count of the hours or days. The sprawling forest, with its towering trees and thick foliage, had a disorienting effect on Shirley. No matter where she turned her eyes, the view was virtually identical an endless stretch of trees. The occasional sight of a fallen tree or obstacles like hefty boulders and rivulets offered a brief, albeit limited, variation from the repetitive landscape.

Navigating through the forest was no easy feat. The ground, littered with rotting leaves, presented an unpredictable terrain replete with concealed pits and treacherous spots. Obstacles like intertwined vines, sharp thorns, and protruding tree roots often lay in their path. Recalling her days in the city, Shirley had once believed that navigating the narrow, cluttered alleyways, crisscrossed by pipes and conduits, was the most daunting terrain she had faced. However, this wild, untamed expanse of nature made even the most neglected urban landscapes look easily navigable.

She remembered an old saying of the captain. Wasnt it something about the civilizing influence of human development?

As these thoughts flitted through her mind, memories from her distant past seemed to play in her minds eye. Pulling herself back to the present, she looked up to find the elf leading her.

Shireen, the elf, maneuvered through the forest with an ease and grace that left Shirley in awe. She glided through the thickets and around the trees with the ease of wind weaving its way through a wide plaza.

Eventually, Shirleys exhaustion got the best of her, and she stopped in her tracks.

Almost immediately, Shireen too stopped, even without turning around. It was as if she had sensed Shirleys need to pause.

When will we reach the Silent Wall? Shirley asked, seizing the chance before Shireen could question her sudden halt.

We have a long way to go, answered Shireen, her face etched with concern. Her reply seemed both ambiguous and specific at the same time. We must keep moving. We need to be back in Atlantis before the encroaching vision engulfs us.

This term, impending vision, had been on Shirleys mind for a while. After some contemplation, she decided to ask, What do you mean by encroaching vision?

She had been reluctant to raise this inquiry before. She feared her lack of understanding might offend or upset Shireen. Miss Lucretia had explained that Shireen was a native soul existing within the dream. Shirley wasnt completely sure about the nuances of a native, but she understood it to be a fragile consciousness. Introducing unfamiliar ideas or asking too many questions could potentially unsettle its delicate balance.

Shirley was familiar with the phenomena called blackouts or sudden lapses in consciousness. She had personally experienced these during her tutoring sessions with Alice, especially when they delved into concepts far beyond Shirleys understanding. These episodes usually manifested as brief interruptions in her chain of thought.

These mental disruptions made her reflect on the teachings she had received from Lucretia. Shirley had a theory: if she ventured into certain taboo topics, Shireen, the elven girl guiding her, might undergo similar mental disturbances. As a result, she was initially very cautious about discussing specific subjects in Shireens presence.

However, the more time she spent with the elven maiden, the more Shirley came to understand that Shireen wasnt as susceptible to these disruptions as she had originally thought.

In fact, Shireen was remarkably resilient.

Even when Shirley asked her questions that were out of the ordinary, Shireen often chose to sidestep them. It appeared that aside from guiding Shirley to the Silent Wall, nothing else could truly perturb or distract the elf.

Over time, Shirleys confidence grew, and she began to probe Shireen with a barrage of questions. While the majority were met with ambiguous responses, occasionally a casual query would extract a profound revelation from the elf.

The decay started after the Creator disappeared, Shireen remarked, veering away from her usual dismissive tendencies. She continued with a somber tone, Its true nature remains a mystery to us, but it consumes and distorts everything it touches in the forest, morphing them into grotesque shapes. It poses a significant threat.

Hearing about the missing Creator, Shirleys interest was piqued. Although she didnt always actively participate in the lessons, she never missed a gossip or tale shared among the crew. She was well-versed with elven folklore. Wait, are you talking about the legendary Creator Saslokha?

A moment of panic hit Shirley after she spoke the name. She worried that invoking such a sacred figure might upset or even anger Shireen. However, she soon realized she might be over-analyzing the situation.

Shireen appeared unbothered by Shirleys candid reference to the Creator. Instead, a profound sadness seemed to cloud her eyes as she softly responded, The Creator will return. Hes simply surveying the boundaries; he just ventured a little farther than usual this time Until He returns, Atlantis will employ the Silent Wall to protect the elven kind Atlantis will patiently await His comeback.

Shireens concluding statement resonated with a tone of self-consolation, which didnt go unnoticed by Shirley.

Before Shirley could delve deeper into the topic, she observed a striking change in Shireens demeanor. The elf, who seemed deep in sorrow just moments ago, now radiated alertness. Gripping her battle spear-axe tightly, Shireens eyes bore into the forests dense foliage as if anticipating an impending threat.

A sudden unease gripped Shirley, and she blurted out, Whats going on?

Quiet! Shireen whispered with an intensity that made Shirleys heart skip a beat. A corrupted presence has infiltrated our sanctuary

Corrupted? What did she mean?

As she ruminated on the word, Shirley began to discern faint disturbances emanating from various parts of the forest the underbrush, the ground, the shadowed hollows of the trees, and even the ambient air seemed tainted.

A looming sense of danger pervaded the atmosphere. It felt as though malevolent beings, lurking unseen, were slowly closing in on them. An oppressive weight of evil, coupled with an uncanny feeling of being under surveillance, choked the dense woods. Through a deep empathic link with her canine companion, Dog, Shirley sensed the malefic entities that were seeping, like liquid darkness, into their realm.

From every corner, tendrils of pure obsidian darkness began to stretch out and intertwine, forming an ominous web.

The followers of the Black Sun? Or could it be the Cult of Annihilation?

This revelation stunned Shirley momentarily. She vividly recalled that as they entered the forest, Dog had detected the faint aura of the Annihilators. Then why were they now being ambushed by these horrors, the vassals of the Black Sun?

Shaking off her momentary paralysis, Shirleys instincts screamed for action. Readying herself, she watched the encroaching shadow tendrils with intense scrutiny. She whispered urgently to Shireen, Brace yourself. These monsters lurk and move within shadows, making them exceptionally challenging adversaries. Theyre incredibly resilient.

As she communicated this, she noticed a rippling motion beneath the shadow cast by a nearby tree. The tendrils, hiding within, were rapidly coalescing into tall, slender, humanoid apparitions, materializing with unnerving speed.

But Shirley was prepared. She had been anticipating this very transformation.

In an instant, chains clinking and air slicing around her, she lunged at the closest shadowy figure. Summoning Dog with a ferocity she had seldom displayed, she hurled her partner as if it were a giant flail.

Dog, reminiscent of a meteor hammer, charged headlong into the initial Black Sun offspring. A sickening crunch, echoing the squelching of a rotting fruit, followed. The shadowy humanoid was annihilated before it could even fully comprehend its environment, bursting into a splatter of putrid ichor.

Simultaneously, throughout the forest, where the dense canopy and foliage played games with the light, countless shadowy figures began to materialize at an alarming rate