The First Seeker was dead... devoured by the same abominations it had created.
The abominations were dead, too.
Daeron of the Twilight Sea was gone. So was Cronos, the King of the River People.
Even the Great River was dead, its dwindling waters standing still. Silence and desolation ruled the Tomb of Ariel now, suffused with darkness.
The Time Slayer sailed across the empty dark void of the Tomb of Ariel, drawing closer and closer to the Estuary. In fact, Sunny judged that they should have already reached it β but there was nothing but silent darkness around them. No water, no mist, no treacherous currents...
He had been wondering how to find the heart of the Estuary without the Guiding Light, but it seemed like that would not pose a problem.
Ananke was at the helm of the ancient ship, its sails full of wind.
Unlike the Chain Breaker, the Time Slayer did not possess an inherent ability to fly β there was no sacred tree growing around its main mast, and no runic array to keep it in the vast expanse of the skies. Instead, it was able to fly because Ananke was channeling a Verse that allowed it to.
She had already been an experienced Shaper when they met in the Nightmare, and her skill as a sorceress seemed to have greatly developed since then. She could wield her Will now, too β so, it was not that surprising to see her masterfully keep the ancient ship afloat in the air.
It was still an amazing sight, though.
βWe should reach the Ark soon."
Sunny looked at her and finally asked the question that had been on his mind from the moment they met.
"How many people are left in that time fortress?"
Ananke remained silent for a moment, looking into the distance with a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes. Eventually, she said simply:
"None."
She studied the bronze navigation tools arrayed in front of her on the deck of the Time Slayer and sighed.
"The Ark outlasted Verge, but in the end, it collapsed as well. Time doesn't spare anyone, after all... everything falls to its tyranny. Even the gods could not escape their fate, so how could something created by mortals exist forever?"
Ananke shook her head.
"It felt like only a few years had passed, to us, but thousands of years must have flown past the Ark before its sorcery finally ran out. When we emerged, the Great River was entirely different. The Tomb of Ariel had become alien to us, and we needed to explore it like pioneers.β
Her expression dimmed.
"Of course, what we discovered was that it was not a place suited for human life anymore. It couldn't sustain us. We were going to starve, just like the Defiled had starved... and worse than that, we weren't the only ones who still dwelled in the Tomb of Ariel."
Ananke grimaced.



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