Gentle waves were slowly rising and falling as the Lost Homeland sailed steadily across the endless sea. After many days of sailing, this ancient ghost ship still hadn’t found any islands or markers to guide its way.
The long journey of drifting seemed endless, but its captain had many things to keep him busy.
Duncan returned to the captain's cabin. The golden sun mask lay quietly on the table, but before he could think about that, he had other matters to consider.
He could arrange Alice's affairs later. There was no rush for the follow-up tests and research on "Abnormal 099." Investigating the Frost Rebellion from half a century ago wasn’t something to tackle right now either. However, there was one matter that was closely related to him.
Duncan looked up at the mirror hanging on the wall.
The green flames that once floated on its surface had long since faded, and the distant scenes that appeared in the mirror had vanished as well. Yet, Duncan could still vaguely sense that the weak and blurry "connection" hadn’t disappeared with the reflection—it still existed and pointed towards the grand cathedral at the center of Prand City.