Chapter 351:
“The fisherman, who, fixated on the fish below the water, failed to see the glory reflected on the scales of the waves. Arrogantly, he even tried to deceive the Lighthouse Keeper, attempting to blind his gaze. Thus, a mark was placed above the fisherman’s home so that he would never turn his eyes from the light again.”
The Salt Council had no holy scripture.
Only a few surviving tales passed down orally and scattered accounts of survivors around the world existed as remnants. To learn anything about the Salt Council before the Era of Light, one had to rely on records preserved by other faiths.
The phrase above was from Aidan, referencing a passage in the Codex of Light about “The Last Stand of Miarma.” The term “fisherman” was clearly a dismissive reference to the Salt Council, and the identity of the Lighthouse Keeper was self-evident.
However, interpretations of what “the fisherman’s home” referred to were mixed. Many speculated it was Miarma itself, while others thought it could be a sea temple buried beneath the Salt Desert or some other specific structure.
Today, however, Aidan discovered the true nature of “the fisherman’s home.”
“So, this is the fisherman’s home.”
Aidan muttered as he brushed his hand against the obelisk erected before the massive pyramid temple. Inscribed on the obelisk, in an ancient language few could read today, were the words “the fisherman’s home.” The words in the scripture had not been metaphorical; they were literal and precise.
“It feels like it’s getting colder the further we go, Captain!” Reina remarked, puzzled.