Deep Sea Embers Chapter 211: “Blessing”

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The familiar car overturned on the road, as if it had an accident on the way to the cathedral, and her uncle was obviously in the car - Vanna's already tired and trance-like spirit at this moment Tensing up, he almost rushed to the car in the blink of an eye.

Then, she suddenly noticed that the arm that fell outside the car window was twitching slightly, and the blood-soaked palm seemed to lift slightly as she approached.

Uncle is still alive!

Fanna reacted instantly, and hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize the car's posture with one hand, the other hand pinched the deformed door frame, and then leaned in to support the deformed internal structure while checking Dante's Injured, he rescued his uncle from the car without causing secondary damage as much as possible, and then immediately performed a magical technique. With the support of the little energy left, he called out the moist sea breeze and tried to bring vitality back to the past. Inside the delirious Dante.

The almost suffocating hot wind is still raging on the streets. The hot ashes and the falling sparks make the city-state look like a purgatory. Fanna is surrounded by the power of shelter, with a strong coercion to resist the deadly surrounding She put Dante flat on the ground, and after some rescue, she finally saw that this relative who had been with her for eleven years opened her eyes slightly.

"Ah...Vanna...you're back..."

These were the first words Dante said after opening his eyes.

"Yes, I'm back," Fanna didn't realize what was wrong with Dante's "coming back" for the first time, but subconsciously took Dante's hand forward, "How do you feel now? Can you still get up? I'll take you to the cathedral..."

"No...don't pay attention to my burden," Dante shook his head slightly, he held Fanna's hand instead, and his fingertips squeezed slightly, "I should have thought that one day...they would... Come and take this price...you leave, before they find you...leave Prand, to a place where no one knows you..."

Listening to her uncle's whisper, Fanna was startled suddenly, she suddenly realized that her uncle seemed to know something that she didn't even know, which made her tone even tremble a little: "You are... What do you mean? Who are they referring to? What price are you taking? You...do you already know what happened in the city-state?!"

Dante propped up his eyelids, his ruby ​​prosthetic eye had shattered at some point, blood was flowing down the wound on the edge of the eye socket, and the only human eyeballs that were left were reflected in the street sky. Huo Huo, after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke softly: "Preacher of the End... and the warp behind them... Fanna, do you remember the fire eleven years ago?"

"The fire eleven years ago..." Fanna opened her eyes slightly, "Do you actually remember that fire?!"

"How could I not remember...it burns in front of my eyes every day," Dante smiled wryly, "but I thought I could lie to myself for the rest of my life."

The chaotic thoughts were boiling in her mind. Fanna seemed to have forgotten her exhaustion and pain at this moment. She stared at her uncle's eyes, which had become cloudy. Before these clues almost buried herself, she finally asked: "But what does this have to do with the warp and the final missionary... and me, this has nothing to do with the warp and the final missionary? What connection do I have? Why 'they, are they coming to me? What's the price they are going to take,!?"

Fana regretted this series of questions after she said it. She felt that she was not talking to her uncle, but that she was trying to judge a prisoner, but Dante obviously didn't care about this. He just took a few breaths. Only then did he whisper as if in a dream: "When the fire burned, I caught a glimpse of...a projection of the warp. When the ultimate and dangerous truth came, I made a wish to the warp."

"You made a wish to the Warp?" Vanna looked at Dante in astonishment, "What wish?"

"I hope nothing happened, I hope you... come alive."

All the expressions on Vanna's face instantly froze.

Dante quietly stared at the niece in front of him. The expression on his face seemed to be crying, but with a bitter smile, he slowly raised his hand and seemed to want to stroke Fanna's hair. His lips moved and his voice was low: "Fanna...you grew up

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, uncle is useless, back then... I couldn't save you..."

"But I remember you taking me out of that fire..."

"What I brought out of the fire was only a cloud of ashes," Dante said softly. "It was only a momentary thing, and there was no time to react, and you became a small cloud of scorched ashes... I desperately wanted to escape from that nightmare, to get everything back to before the disaster, anyone could help, gods, demons, even the warp... Then, something responded After that, it took me many years to understand what was responding to me at that moment..."

Vanna doesn't seem to hear what Dante is saying behind her.

She just slowly raised her hands and looked at her flesh and blood.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally broke the silence: "So, in a sense, my survival is actually the result of the blessing of the warp?"

Dante closed his eyes slightly, he couldn't answer the question, he could only acquiesce in this way.

"Then... how did I become a saint?" Fanna asked immediately, she was asking her uncle, but she seemed to be asking herself, "How could the Storm Goddess allow a Those who survived because of the blessing of the warp become their own believers, and even endow them with powerful strength and protection?"

"I... I don't know," Dante shook his head slowly, "maybe only the goddess herself can answer your question, but... how about we..."

Fana was silent, her thoughts were unprecedentedly chaotic, and the belief that had supported her for so many years appeared an irreparable crack at this moment, making her not sure how to face her belief, or even how to face it. To her "existence", but after a moment of silence, she slowly stood up and said softly as if talking to herself: "In any case, someone must stop this reality invasion, and must... let us be familiar with Everything goes back to the real world."

"Fanna, you're going to die," Dante's eyes widened suddenly, he tried his best to prop up his upper body, "You can't stay here any longer, the foundation of reality here is breaking, You have to leave Plante, leave this vision, until it is completely lost in your memory - listen, if your survival is really the result of the blessing of the Warp, then the act of correcting history may well lead to your own annihilation , this kind of paradoxical conflict is not something that mortals can..."

Fanna just stared at her uncle quietly, her eyes gentle and calm.

"Uncle, didn't you say you love this city-state and everything in it?"

Dante was silent for a while, and the resolute expression returned to his face: "...of course, so I will stay here and face the fate with the city-state, whether I survive or die in the end, I am ready, But...but you're different, Fanna, you can't..."

“Me too,” Vanna interrupted softly, “I love this place too, and am ready for everything... as you taught me since I was a child, the duty.”

Dante quietly looked at Fanna standing in front of him, and at the only relative he had in this world. The latter figure was as tall as ever, resolute and steady like a seawall ready to meet the huge waves.

He knew that his words wouldn't work anymore.

So he sighed softly, supported himself with his last strength, slowly moved aside, and leaned against a nearby street lamp.

"Then go," he whispered, "I'm here...waiting for you to come back."

Fanna lowered her head and looked at her uncle in front of her.

In her memory, her uncle is still a tall and strong mountain, but since when has he shortened himself so much?

She bent down gently, her voice low and gentle: "...if all goes well, the Prand you are familiar with will return to the real world, then...don't forget me."

Dante said nothing, just nodded slightly.

Vanna straightened up.

In the next moment, however, a disturbing vibration suddenly came from a distance, interrupting her movements, followed by a terrifying loud noise, and a gnawing, building structure was destroyed. The screeching sound of tearing and collapsing.

Vanna looked at the voice in astonishment

Direction~IndoMTL.com~ She has never felt more terrified than now, and the next second, the vision in her eyes confirms the source of that unease.

She saw a flame rising into the sky in the direction of the cathedral. The blast of air from the explosion almost dissipated the scorching cloud of smoke in the sky, followed by a blinding and bizarre flash of light, as if a small sun was gradually emerging from the ground. Rise up, to devour and melt everything from the bottom up.

Then something even more terrifying happened.

She heard more explosions, more screeching noises, and she saw sky-high flames rising from all parts of the city-state, huge fireballs floating above the sea of ​​fire like rounds of small suns , and the position where each fireball rises represents a church.

Even when the city was engulfed in flames, the bells finally stopped, and the isolated islands of shelter in the city-state fell one after another.

Fanna felt her mind go blank for a while, and the next second, driven by instinct, she rushed towards the direction of the biggest flash of light, towards the Cathedral of Storms in the center of Prand.