The damp, cold deck echoed with the sound of the tide, and the slumbering crowd slowly awoke.
The heat radiated from Ophelia's body, only to retract upon seeing her surroundings.
"Why are we here?"
"A dreamscape."
Lu Li once again gazed at the island, where the rocky mountains and holes lay ugly and exposed to his sight.
The dreamscape had ended.
"You have saved me..." The weak God of the Deep Sea earnestly whispered to Lu Li. "Lu Li, I shall forever remember your name."
"Will the consumed power affect you?" Lu Li accepted His solemn acknowledgment.
"Insignificant."
The believers rose one by one, only Puxiu remained lying on the deck, still asleep, breathing softly and slowly.
"What... happened to him?" Ophelia looked at the unresponsive Puxiu, trapped in his dreamscape.
"Its influence still poisons him..."
"How to resolve it?" Lu Li asked.
"Retrieve the remnants and eradicate its pollution."
