Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In silent agreement, the crew sat down one after another and held on to the side of the boat.

As if it was the start of some kind of tacit competition, the oarsmen of the two teams exerted their strength almost at the same time, slowly pushing the boat away from the lake shore, sliding heavily onto the lake surface, and heading in different directions.

The shape of the other boat was blurred and hidden in the thick fog, and the sound of the oars cutting through the water surface also disappeared.

Although the relationship was not very good at ordinary times, this sense of isolation was still quite uncomfortable, as if the only connection with human society was cut off, and it was thrown into an unpredictable and strange field like a broken fishing float.

The lighthouse shrank to the size of a hole behind them, and after losing the position of the boat, it pulled up and swayed blindly from side to side.

Until the light source that guided the return journey also became a flickering noise, and finally the comparison object that could be used to judge the position also disappeared, they began to have the illusion of paddling in the water.

Continuously stirring the water waves, but it felt that the boat was stuck in place, not getting closer to the outlines in the lake, nor farther away from the light of the lighthouse.

High temperature, melting, solidification.

Lighting was also strictly limited. Except for an oil lamp that maintained a minimum of light, all open flames were extinguished before departure.

"No, I'm not talking about that." With Kraft's memory, of course he remembered that the few people on the Qing ship were all old faces. "I mean over there, that Theodore, do they know the situation?"

They are roughly in the shape of a column with a slightly thinner middle section, perhaps supporting the top of the underground world, and the base at the bottom is wide and solid, almost an island rising from the bottom of the lake. The parts that look more artificial are also concentrated here, like the mud nest built by termites under the giant pillars of the abandoned temple.

The team had to light torches to increase the visual range. The thickened boat should be able to withstand the impact, but they didn't want to really try it.

From time to time, there was a rough scraping feeling coming from below, which meant that the shore was very close. You can look down through the clear water and see the underwater scene.

It was not a short time, and the two oarsmen felt their arms sore, handed over their positions to others to take over, and retracted into the belly of the boat.

The priest's attitude was very calm: "I have informed them of the situation here, including any necessary knowledge and preparations."

Sometimes, it is not just geological movements that can cause such an effect. This is more like the content in the murals of the royal tombs. Falling objects fall from the sky, and wherever they go, the earth melts and collapses, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

An explanation, a reasonable explanation.

He handed the stone to others to circulate, asking them to observe its crack surface, which was no different from ordinary cracked and weathered stones.

"It is indeed rare. It only exists in some places where there have been volcanic activities. A friend of mine who does maritime business said that he was fortunate to see this kind of terrain near the coastal volcanoes of the ice field."

[This makes sense]

The lake was silent.

"Have you told them about the possible situation?" Kraft asked in a voice close to a whisper.

It sounds like the notification process was not so smooth, and Father Green is not a saint without temper.

"Some scholars believe that this requires the rapid cooling of magma when it meets water, which is the same as burning and splashing water to break rocks, but the cracks are more regular due to special conditions."

The waters were calmer than expected. They gradually got used to traveling in the fog and began to dare to look out of the side to observe the water surface and things farther away.

The unchanging voyage changed the sense of time and distance. When they looked up suddenly, the outlines of those only black shadows seemed to be suddenly pulled closer without knowing it, and they became more and more huge and incredible visually.

I don't know if Captain William has seen it, but he must see it now.

"There are experienced people here." Green looked into every pair of eyes. He was satisfied with the current situation. It was good to be able to keep quiet when he knew what he might face.

But why did those who returned also depict such large geometric patterns so obsessively, just because they had arrived here and witnessed something?

Then they should also depict what they witnessed, right? For example, some strange creatures twisted by moon debris or black liquid.

As long as they don't change direction, they should just pass by one of them.

Even the sobbing sound of waves disappeared from the perception along with the lake shore, leaving only the slight stirring of the oars, and the occasional empty sound from a far distance, which seemed to be the stalactites falling from the cave ceiling or something falling into the water.

Kraft still had doubts, but the thinking did not last long.

"As mentioned before, Father Theodore is a smart man and can listen to some of it. As for the rest, faith and wisdom will help him overcome difficulties, just as we did. I have done my duty."

The boat continued to move forward.

These reefs are composed of rough-shaped prisms that fit closely to each other. They are like being built and inserted into the water one by one, breaking at different heights, and the cross-sections are all hexagonal.

It is easy to associate it with the dense hexagonal patterns carved in the sewers, reminding them that they are in their incomprehensible prototypes and close to the source of nightmares.

There seems to be a low laugh, but perhaps it is associated with their uncertain fate, and it disappears as if it has never appeared.

But there are still some questions, why must it be a hexagon? He can understand those lost ancestors who used the naturally formed crack patterns on the rocks of the falling place as symbols of divine revelation and new totems.

"It's just a special landform." When passing by again, the professor quickly grabbed a loose piece and broke it off.

Green stopped the rower who was unconsciously speeding up and pointed to the clear dark lake - they had better not attract any attention.

As the distance approached, the boat entered shallower waters, and the lake bed moved closer to the water surface, lifting the reef out of the water.

Rocks of various shapes pierced the fog and suddenly appeared in unexpected places, sometimes just in front of the ship, almost hitting it head-on.

Ruins as large as the reflection of the city, deep activities as strong as earthquakes.

After several brushes with them, most people found that the rocks were in a form that they had never seen or heard of, which had never appeared in the natural world they knew, and could not be explained by human creation.

Tense faces, uneasy faces, expressionless faces, gathered in the lights that were not enough to illuminate the bow and stern of the hull at the same time, waiting for the lake to answer the explorer.

The reefs ahead were getting more and more dense, affecting the minds of everyone on the boat. The rowers who controlled the boat were tense, trying to slow down and avoid the obstacles that hit them head-on.

The monks were comforted, and their fear of the unknown turned into a sense of novelty.

Fear is not a problem. Appropriate fear can stimulate the spirit and keep people in a relatively excited state, just like the tension before the exam.

They seemed to have not figured it out for the time being. Knowing the formation principle did not change the situation. Instead, it further proved that those who carved the pattern in the sewer with a sharp tool might have seen such a scene before they fell into madness.

Countless tightly spliced ​​hexagonal jointed rocks rose up layer by layer like steps until they were higher than the lake, holding up a group of buildings with unfamiliar styles in front of them.

It crawled at the foot of the giant pillar, collapsed and dilapidated, and was as deformed and twisted as its builders.

Thick fog freely entered and exited the empty doors and windows of the building. There were no residents or even any signs of life, like a snail shell on the beach after the tide receded, and the contents had been abandoned.