In that instant, Frost became, in the truest sense, a city floating on a mirror.

The sea was that mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was not only the distorted and horrifying mirror city—but also a pair of eyes burning with flames, and an entity larger than a city-state, even as vast as the entire Frost Sea.

The authority of fire was transferred in an instant, and all the flames burning inside and outside the mirror transformed into a medium for extending and amplifying power.

"Officer! Officer! Fire...fire!"

The terrified shouts of a junior officer woke Lister from his daze. He snapped awake and looked out the window, following the sound. He saw the entire coastline was ablaze, even the sea itself had been ignited. Surging flames rose, and a ghostly green hue emerged from the fire like flowing water, quickly filling his entire vision.

The spiritual flames rising from all directions seemed to carry a soul-shaking power, causing Lister to instinctively retreat. But the next moment, he saw even the gas lamps embedded in the nearby walls were quietly tinged with a ghostly green.

A low rumble came from afar, as if shaking the entire city, accompanied by the creaking sounds of some massive object being torn apart and fractured. Everyone in the command center heard these deafening roars.

Someone looked towards the city and saw that the deformed and twisted structures that had almost completely covered the city were cracking apart piece by piece, and even greater tongues of fire were erupting from the fissures. Amidst the grand spiritual flames, countless black substances were gradually being incinerated.

Near the port defense zone, a exhausted City-State Guard unit hid behind crumbling fortifications, watching helplessly as the twisted buildings in the distance collapsed. Hundreds upon thousands of deformed, wriggling creatures fled from the cracks, only to be hunted down by flames and burned to black ash.

At the foot of the mountain in the city center, the Guardian forces were fighting to the death against the invading counterfeit monstrosities. Suddenly, a phantom-like army burst from the distorted light and shadows. This army wore the uniforms of the Queen's Guard from half a century ago. They charged into the streets, shouting the name of the Frost Queen, and fought to the death against the deformed monsters flooding into reality.

Before the last line of defense in front of the Silent Cathedral, the High Deacon was organizing the clerics to fight against the monsters pouring into the square. The flames spewed by the steam walkers intertwined with the pale flames released by the Silent Monks, forming a net that struggled to resist the invasion of the monsters and the sludge.

"Hold them back!" the High Deacon shouted hoarsely. In the periphery of his vision, pale, delicate ashes were falling from above the Silent Cathedral, like fluttering snowflakes, "Block the church doors! Block…"

A deafening roar and a tremor that seemed to shake the mountains suddenly came. The High Deacon almost fell to the ground in this earth-shattering movement. A thorn made of mud, wrapped in malice, pierced towards him from a gap in the line of defense.

However, just as the High Deacon was about to be pierced by this thorn, a ghostly green flame suddenly appeared in the air, turning the poisonous attack into ashes.

The High Deacon looked up in astonishment and saw a figure floating in front of him.

She wore a black robe, tattered like a penitent's garment, her body covered with cracks of all sizes. Flames flowed from her body, like eternally burning blood.

"Agatha...the Gatekeeper?"

The High Deacon looked at the figure in front of him in astonishment, feeling both familiar and strange. He called out her name, but then saw one unfamiliar figure after another appearing beside the Gatekeeper, all wrapped in ghostly green spiritual flames.

"I'm back," Agatha turned her head, two points of fire flickering in her empty eye sockets, her voice mixed with crackling explosions, "Take the remaining people and retreat, or find a safe place to stand firm."

"Stand firm?" The High Deacon repeated in astonishment, unable to understand the meaning of her words for a moment, "And... why have you become like this…"

Agatha ignored him. Amid the increasingly dense low rumbling, she had already turned in another direction, gazing at the sea outside the city.

Thick smoke rose from the sea, the clouds hung low and black, the sea was as black as a mirror, and an indescribable, enormous entity... was rising from the mirror.

Two enormous clusters of green light, almost reminiscent of the sun, were rising little by little in the thick smoke and clouds. A silhouette that was difficult for humans to imagine was gradually taking shape in the smoke and clouds, as if the ocean and atmosphere themselves were rising and converging. This scene... even made Agatha, who had already stopped breathing, feel suffocated once more.

It was a suffocation on the soul level.

"God of Death..." the High Deacon could not bear the immense pressure. His body, which he had finally managed to stand up, swayed and fell again, "What... what is that?!"

Agatha only turned her head slightly, her tone filled with helplessness, "I warned you, find a safe place to stand firm."

The High Deacon could no longer hear what the Gatekeeper was saying to him—as the silhouette in the clouds rapidly solidified, he finally realized what it was.

It was a figure rising from the endless sea, an entity projected into the real world using the entire Frost Sea as a medium.

The two clusters of green flame, reminiscent of the sun, burning brilliantly in the clouds, were actually His eyes. The swirling, surging clouds were His breath. The vast shadow slowly rising in the smoke... was His arm.

Now, that hand was reaching towards Frost.

"Lord!!!"

Someone exclaimed in the square.

However, the speed at which that hand reached out, though seemingly slow, was faster than anyone's exclamations and prayers—it had crossed the sea, crossed the sea area where the Sea Fog Fleet, the Frost Navy, and the counterfeit fleet were engaged in battle, crossed the coastline of the city-state, and penetrated deep into Frost as if reaching into smoke.

The next moment, that arm began to slowly rise, as if lifting a weight of trillions of tons, rising upward little by little.

And as that arm rose, so did a mirror city that was gradually being stripped away from the real Frost—

All the twisted buildings, the curled and swollen earth, the thorns covering the high mountains, all those blasphemous things that were similar to the real world but overwrote reality with terror, were being torn away from the Frost City piece by piece by that hand.

Mirror Frost floated up into the real world—now, it "floated" higher than its creators had planned, and it was still rising.

Agatha laughed, her smile more joyful than ever before.

Mirror Frost was detached from the city-state and was still rising at this moment. This scene was like expelling an evil spirit from a body possessed by an evil spirit, and that "evil spirit" was eventually lifted to the vicinity of the clouds by a huge arm.

Deep in the dense clouds, two clusters of green fire, burning like the sun, swayed slightly. The vaguely visible, majestic, and awe-inspiring face seemed to be looking down.

There were many small sounds coming from the palm of the hand.

Some of those small sounds were real sounds, but more of them were like vibrations echoing on the thought level, echoes of wails in a pile of twisted wreckage, and the stubborn, paranoid fantasies and delusions entrenched in the Mirror City.

Duncan looked at his palm through the clouds. He saw that the Mirror City was like a swollen and deformed mass of flesh, and the streets clumsily imitating the real world were rapidly degenerating into the original form of turbid mud. Between the swollen and deformed streets, mountains, and towers, tiny thorns were still swelling and contracting不定, and tiny, indistinguishable sparks were jumping in the center of this mass. The obsessions formed by hundreds upon thousands of fanatical believers were chattering there, making mosquito-like sounds.

Mixed in with it were fear, anger, unwillingness, and utter malice.

Were those lunatics still trying to propagate their doomsday theories? Or were they looking for a reasonable explanation for the disaster they had created?

Duncan listened for a while, then lowered his eyes.

"You know jack shit about large-scale sacrifices."

His gaze focused on the Mirror City, and the entire city burned in his gaze, in the palm of his hand.

Countless ashes and green flowing fire fell from the sky, like a torrential rain falling from the clouds.

The hand, as large as a city-state, slowly clenched into a fist. The Mirror Frost, burned to ashes in its palm, turned into dust accompanied by the terrifying sound of crushing and grinding. Countless residual substances were splashed down towards the Frost Sea, falling into the sea, falling towards the coast, falling everywhere Tiree could see.

But almost all the falling objects avoided Frost Island and the Sea Fog Fleet and Frost Navy still active on the sea.

Tiree looked around.

All the counterfeit ships were rapidly disintegrating.

It was finally over.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

First Mate Aiden stood beside him. The bald, muscular man looked up at the sky, but could only see a small part of the outline of the huge figure.

Aiden's body was still trembling slightly.

"Any thoughts?" Tiree turned his head and looked at his first mate with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Aiden fumbled to take out his pipe from his pocket, but his hands trembled so much that he couldn't light it for a long time. After a long while, he put down the pipe, his voice trembling slightly, "Old Captain... shouldn't mind that we fought him before, right?"

Tiree just smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Father wouldn't care about such trivial matters."

However, this cold, Deep Sea pirate trembled for a long time and couldn't light the cigarette either.

(After working hard for a long time, I finally prepared these five chapters, releasing this section of the plot completely to let everyone have a peaceful May Day holiday.

There will be no updates during May Day.)

(End of this chapter)