The Construction of the Lost Homeland

In fact, by the time Lucretia sent word, Duncan was already on his way back to Lightwind Harbor—and was nearly at the city-state.

This was because he had confirmed that even the Lost Homeland's "departure" could not stop the Dream of the Nameless from continuing to develop. Thus, while he acted on the "other side" of the dream, his body remaining in the Real World had immediately chosen to sail back.

A dark, chaotic sky shrouded the sea. Dense black "hair" covered the water's surface, giving the entire ocean an ink-stained texture. Hazy illusions flickered continuously across the distant and nearby waters, while the bizarre sights of the Spirit World rose and fell at the edge of his vision.

The Lost Homeland's sails billowed as it swept across the sea of the Spirit World like a swift gust of wind. The illusions that kept emerging from the ocean scattered before the colossal vessel. Those that failed to evade it were caught in the Eerie Green Flame spilling from around the ship, dragged into turbulent currents, and torn to scraps.

Duncan gripped the helm tightly, standing at the steering platform on the stern deck. As he focused on controlling the great ship, he listened to the reports Lucretia, Morris, and the others were sending from Lightwind Harbor.

Agatha's phantom stood beside him, like a ghost with an ever-shifting form against the dim, dark backdrop of the Spirit World.

Morris's voice came from the other end of their psychic connection. "...The forest spreading from the Dream of the Nameless has covered the entire city, and it has begun physically disrupting the city's functions... They are no longer illusions. They have become tangible matter. Multiple districts have been cut off and sealed away by dense vegetation, and a large number of people are