Vanna stood up and went to the statue of the goddess in the small chapel. The statue was placed on a high platform, and bright candlelight was quietly burning around the platform.

"We should convey this warning to the Storm Cathedral, and it would be best to convey it to other churches and city-states as well," Bishop Valentine's voice came from behind. "But this involves the source of the warning. To be persuasive enough, we must give reasons sufficient to convince the other three gods' churches. Simply saying 'a saint received a revelation in a dream' is not enough."

"His Holiness the Pope is already aware of your connection with Captain Duncan, and she has not issued any admonitions about it, so it seems that she has acquiesced to this matter, but if the other churches know the truth... their reaction will be difficult to predict, especially the Church of Death."

"The influence of the Thirteen Vessellan Islands..." Vanna muttered softly. "The Church of Death's vigilance towards the Vanishing Sail is extraordinary."

"That's right, the Thirteen Vessellan Islands, the victims dragged into the subspace by the Vanishing Sail, the largest archipelago city-state under the control of the Church of Death a century ago. For the followers of the God of Death, the status of those thirteen islands is equivalent to that of today's Pland to the Deep Sea Church," Valentine sighed.

"It's troublesome. After a century, this is not simply a matter of hatred, but also a natural distrust of a 'disaster out of control.' If they know the source of this warning, they might first think of it as a conspiracy."

Vanna didn't speak for a moment, but suddenly opened her mouth after a few seconds of silence: "The Storm Cathedral is coming soon, perhaps Her Holiness the Pope will have her own considerations on this."

"Hopefully," Pland muttered without much confidence. "In any case, the Seven Gods' Churches are now paying attention to the situation of Anomaly 001. It just seems that they don't attach enough importance to it. If the Deep Sea Church can take the lead and raise the priority of this matter, I think at least the effect of this 'warning' will be achieved."

Zhou Ming slowly nodded, then raised his eyes, looked at the statue of the Storm Goddess Gomona, and after a long time, whispered a blessing: "...May you protect."

On the stern deck of the Vanishing Sail, Vanna had just completed her inspection of the entire ship and was preparing to return to her room to rest.

She had entered the subspace in a daze, and stayed on another Vanishing Sail in the subspace for half a day in a daze. Although she finally found a way to return safely, she would never be able to completely relax as long as she could not determine the mechanism by which she entered the subspace.

"Did you see something flash past just now?" The team member subconsciously pressed his hand on the runic steel sword at his waist, and said in a serious whisper, "The gas lamp seemed to flicker."

In the antique shop in the city-state of Yefeng, Vanna, who had just said good night to Nina and Sherry, silently walked back to her room, came to the window, and quietly looked at the night view of the street outside, filled with night lights and quiet night.

Vanna frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and directly pushed open this "Door of the Vanishing."

She held up the "collection" in front of her and stared intently at the bottom of the city-state of Valentine.

"I saw your lantern flicker too," another team member added.

On the simple shelf, the exquisite "models" of the Vanishing Sail and Valentine were still quietly placed in their original positions.

Vanna closed her eyes slightly. The warning from "Captain Vanna" was undoubtedly a reason to make many people take it seriously. And the time she entered the subspace was right after Anomaly 001 had a problem.

But the captain just frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After several seconds, the senior guardian shook his head: "Continue patrolling—report the situation to the cathedral after we get back."

"Don't slack off," the captain looked at his subordinates. "Nothing is impossible in the night. Pay attention to these darkest places."

After a brief dizziness and feeling of time-space dislocation, Duncan opened his eyes and saw a strange single apartment. Everything here was still the same.

A faint green glow suddenly flashed past the edge of his vision, causing the team member to stop subconsciously.

The "sun" had a problem, strange dreams, entering the subspace. The two things happened so closely that it was hard not to think of a hidden connection behind them.

I stepped into it. During that patrol, Vanna also focused on checking the condition of the "subspace door" in the bilge, confirming that the door was still tightly closed.

He only hoped now that his warning would not cause the Seven Gods' Churches to focus more attention on the problem of Anomaly 001.

Somewhere in the city, a squadron of guardians was walking out of an alley, preparing to check the next gas and steam node.

The scene of the entire city-state of Valentine was directly reflected in his mind from a faster and more intuitive perspective.

In this transcendent and turbid "perception," Vanna allowed her consciousness to sink little by little, exploring the structure of the city-state beneath the sea.

Green shadows floated in the flames, and invisible gazes flashed in the darkness—Vanna's thoughts flowed through the entire city-state, and then gradually sank into the deeper parts of the city-state.

A slight rubbing sound entered her ears. She knew that she was not an expert in the transcendent field, and even if she wanted to study the problem of Anomaly 001, she would not know where to start. What she could do... was not to attract these real experts to the problem.

Had she "ignored" that part? Duncan frowned slightly, his fingers unconsciously tapping the edge of the desk. Then he calmed his mind, placed his hand above the model, and his spirit gradually diffused.

The Vanishing Sail needed to be inspected as a whole every once in a while, especially the bottom part—these cabins submerged by the Boundless Sea needed the captain's deterrence and appeasement to ensure stability. That made him feel a lot more at ease.

"Yes, I understand," the team member quickly straightened his body, but couldn't help but say again, "But don't you think those two days were really intense? I heard that the recent night patrol records in the whole city don't even have a single..."

But corresponding to that "steadiness" was a faint unease pressing in his heart: he still couldn't figure out how he had entered the "other side" of the door after sleeping in his bedroom last time.

Certainly, as a "model," that neat bottom surface was, of course, a very abnormal situation, but she knew that the "collection" was not a special model. It should be a "reflection" or "projection" of the real Valentine in that room. What that thing presented... should be the broken appearance of Valentine!

And similar situations were happening all over the city. The guardian squadron left that place.

After that, he never thought about that matter—it must be admitted that "beneath the city-state" is a blind spot in the thinking of many people in this world, and even in my own thinking.

Smooth and simple new structures... were gradually "growing" out of the bottom of the "model."

It seemed that the light emitted from the gas lamps in the distance had changed momentarily, but it was extremely brief and extremely subtle, almost impossible to capture.

Crowded residential areas, non-stop steam factories, quiet commercial districts, coastal streets, gas lamps along the road, pipeline systems spanning the city... swirling thick fog appeared in the door frame.

Was it because I didn't completely burn the city-state with fire back then? Or because...

The young team member holding the lantern looked at the quiet street ahead and murmured with some emotion: "It seems that tonight will be peaceful again... To be honest, I'm not used to that kind of quiet night."

The team members subconsciously focused their eyes on the captain.

Calming her thoughts, Vanna placed her hand on the doorknob of the captain's cabin, but after opening the door, she suddenly thought of another thing. Trian had mentioned the Submersion Project to her.

He calmed his mind, and first checked the windowsill, desk, and other places as usual to confirm that everything here had not changed, before he stepped to the end of the room. Duncan stared at the base of the model, lost in thought.

He only saw an extremely smooth bottom surface. No matter what was beneath the city-state, whether it was an infinitely long pillar or a pancake-like base, it should have a structure, instead of just stopping abruptly at the part below the sea like it did now.

Below the sea level of the city-state of Valentine, the corresponding part on the model stopped abruptly, and the bottom surface was as smooth as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade.

In the apartment room, Duncan suddenly opened his eyes. Perhaps it was precisely because of that "unease" that he conveyed a warning in his "dream communication" with Zhou Ming afterward. Although he was still not sure how much his weird dreams reflected reality, after dealing with transcendent anomalies so many times, he at least had one experience: it might be okay for a person to have a dream, but if his "Captain Vanna" had a dream... he shouldn't really treat it as just a dream.

Duncan walked over, directly picked up the "model" representing Valentine, and then, holding the "collection" that was neither light nor heavy in his hand, came to the nearby desk, sat down, and carefully observed the structure of its "base."

Vanna stood in front of the captain's cabin, holding a lantern in one hand, and gently took a breath in the cold night wind.

The night was deep, and almost all the residents of the city-state had returned home. The streets and alleys were extremely quiet, with only a few points of light moving in the depths of these slightly dark streets and alleys. These were the night patrol guardians and the radiance emitted from the lanterns in their hands.