Above The Sky Chapter 1073: 142 The Ordinary Siren (1/2)

Chapter 1073: Chapter 142 The Ordinary Siren (1/2)

The gray-black clouds, as if tainted by lead, stretched from the Norman Distant Sea to the edge of the Yongji Ocean, shrouding the sea in an unspeakable silence.

This is the calm before a great downpour, also a prelude to the arrival of sumr.

In line with the na of Yongji Ocean, due to the supermassive Spirit Energy Field enveloping the entire Yongji Ocean, apart from possible storms along the coast, this sea does not experience any other commonly encountered typhoons or violent storms but only a stable sea breeze and the quietly descending rain, as if it envelops the entire world in a quiet downpour.

In contrast, the Yongji Ocean itself has an extrely intricate ocean current system.

The massive potential energy from the planetary heat cycle is wrapped within the ocean’s waters, accumulating and transforming into nutrients for life. Therefore, the entirety of Yongji Ocean is a paradise for marine life, and the deep sea of Yongji Ocean has beco an intricate supermassive labyrinth where countless Magical Beasts dwell and guard the core of the deep sea.

Labyrinth. Labyrinths exist in every region of Terra.

Any area that is difficult to explore its core, whose operational principles are unknown, and contains significant treasures within is called a labyrinth.

Since the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, labyrinth seeds have spread across the world, nearly ubiquitous. They have beco channels for humans to study pre-epoch civilization technology, mines for obtaining critical materials, pastures for breeding high-quality Magical Beasts, and fields for producing essential elixirs.

Adventurers rely on them to exist, and countless wild Sublimators have risen or fallen because of labyrinths. Even the rise and fall of a nation could be related to labyrinths—for example, the Steep Ridge Fortress of the North Border, one of the major forces on Terra, obtained the legendary Apocalypse Armant from a labyrinth, which allowed it to beco independent from the colossal Setar Empire and rise as a powerful nation known among other countries.

Centuries of coexistence and developnt have gradually made labyrinths a significant, even core part of Terra’s civilization.

So scholars even believe that the entire Terra Planet itself is an enormous labyrinth, and the current humans are nothing more than ‘labyrinth species’ living in this huge cage called ‘Teyvat Labyrinth,’ fundantally different from the Terra People of the pre-epoch civilization.

Only when humans leave Terra and view it from above will they realize what a complex and intricate labyrinth they are truly in.

Glarvie Fieye, the Elf, does not agree with the view that ‘Terra is a gigantic labyrinth.’

But fifty years away from his holand, looking back from the empire of Canaan Moore, he indeed suddenly realized that he was once in an incredibly huge maze.

A maze called elven society.

This maze is delicate and complex, full of mysteries and terrifying dangers, always capable of taking lives while providing incredible wealth, containing everything adventurers want.

Indeed.

Only by leaving the maze can one see its true face clearly.

But now, he must return there…return to that maze that suffocates him.

Back to his holand.

The gray clouds rolled nacingly, with the air filled with a moist breath, as the aged elf with red hair and green eyes stood by the railing of the Siren, staring into the distant eastern sea. At so point, the sky had started to drizzle, with the churning lead clouds quietly releasing their stored moisture, creating boundless rippling on the surface of the Yongji Ocean.

The wind blew from west to east, filling the sails of the Siren. Although it was an extrely advanced alchemy ship, it also contained so wind power structures to cope with Terra’s complex and ever-changing oceanic environnt.

The sound of the sails flapping passed by his ears, causing his long red hair to slap against his cheeks, blown toward Canaan Moore.

“Holand…”

The elf, with long hair and beard, stroked his long beard, gazing at the rain-covered sea before him, a sardonic smile involuntarily appearing on his face because of that word.

For Glarvie Fieye, what exactly was holand? Is it the childhood play and laughter with childhood friends, or the sweet wind blowing through the endless red maple forests of his ho?

Those mories were too distant.

Living in the Setar Empire for fifty years, the years in the empire far exceeded the ti in his holand. In fact, his status in the empire was also higher than in his holand, and whether in speech, deanor, or behavior logic, he resembled more the Imperial People.

Fifty years turned this once-loyal young elite lurking in the empire into an old man full of doubt and resentnt towards his holand.

Fifty years also turned the once mutually vigilant and guarded two nations into close strategic allies, even exchanging parts of spy lists, allowing certain spies to safely return to their respective countries and cooperate specifically on these projects.

The project in which Glarvie was involved was precisely one of them. The elf reached out, touching his cheek. No matter how well he maintained himself, even as a Sublimator, he was eighty-five years old and beginning to step into old age.

Wrinkles started to appear, and the project he had been lurking in all his life was sold out by his own people, becoming the ‘bargaining chip’ of mutual goodwill and transparency between both nations.

Then what was the aning of his fifty years of dedication and self-sacrifice?

Has most of his life been like a clown?