Even the "Door of the Displaced" had turned into a nearly transparent illusion, silently standing in its original position. Through that transparent door, Zhou Ming could see the last remaining part of the Homeloss—
A pitch-black wooden carved goat head floated there, hovering above the phantom of what used to be a chart table, turning its head to look at Alice and Zhou Ming standing not far away.
Zhou Ming walked towards the goat head, with an illusion of stars spread behind him, while the last structures of the Homeloss crumbled and vanished within that illusion.
"This is about it," he said to his first mate, "It's time for the Homeloss to rest—Silantis is also waiting for you."
"Keep a spot for me on the new Homeloss in the new world," the goat head raised its neck, its stiff wooden face seemingly smiling, "You decide the format."
"Alright." Zhou Ming nodded.
