Chapter 362: The Sky That Gathers Screams (4)
The last wave?
Yes.
What does the last wave mean?
She looked at me. Her eyes were a clear blue, not the eyes of a modern person but closer to those of a beast. Eyes that barely distinguished between human and beast, eyes that made no distinction between humans and the sea.
I said,
I can understand all of your sounds.
.
From the second wave to the five hundred and eighty-first wave, all of it. The sounds you make, I can hear them.
It meant I can interpret all the languages of the warriors you command. Yes. I could have said that. But I spoke with her sounds. I wanted to speak.
Like a village that had been destroyed long ago, swept away by a tsunami without leaving even ruins behind, with pronunciations and words that left no trace or footprint. I reminisced about destruction and now spoke with a sound that only two people in the world could exchange.
You dont have to wander in search of a village. You dont have to go to a big village. I am your last wave, and this is the last village in the world.