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Chapter 58 The Sea of Spirit and the Subspace
Ahoka and Singh had already argued to the point of taking off their helmets and preparing to punch each other.
Upon hearing Hector's surprised voice, the two of them trembled at first, then very tacitly made way for Paris, who was panting heavily.
Paris immediately spotted the conspicuous, still naked giant.
What caused all of this was the low-pressure atmosphere emanating from the father of genetics.
Not a single messenger of dawn dared to disturb Hector at this time to offer him a suitable garment.
The only one who could do that, and dared to do it, Holmes, after leaving the guard order, went without delay to the Primarch's residence to retrieve the Primarch's special armor and weapons.
At the same time, Holmes will also take over the supreme command of the entire ship and arrange special forces to eliminate all the aliens on board.
"Brother," Paris called out.
Hector swiftly passed through all the Dawnbringers and came before Paris, carefully examining his awakened brother.
He didn't speak, but quietly looked at Paris's handsome face and sky-blue eyes.
"..."
"It's good that you're alright."
After a long silence, Hector patted his brother on the shoulder and sincerely uttered a word from the bottom of his heart.
Paris's awakening is the best thing out of all the bad news today.
Paris, holding the white robe, offered Hector the only solace after the riot without hesitation, just as he had done for the past twenty years: a brotherly embrace.
Even now, when he faces his older brother's towering figure, he appears as small as a child.
But that's enough.
"I have prepared clothes for you, brother." Paris said, taking out a white robe he had prepared after the hug.
He was unarmed, and although the initial hallucinatory panic did throw him off balance, he quickly became convinced that they could not harm his brother.
Hector took the robe from Paris without hesitation. He looked down at the robe, and confusion involuntarily arose in his mind.
Paris arrived too quickly, as if he had known all along that he would be attacked in this place.
"Paris," Hector asked.
The unspoken understanding between the brothers meant that Hector didn't need to explain things completely.
Paris knew Hector's doubts and surprise. He glanced around at the surrounding guards, his expression troubled, clearly feeling that what he was about to say was not suitable for most people to know.
Hector glanced at the warriors around him who were carefully watching the area.
Faced with Hector's gaze, the warriors felt ashamed and lowered their heads.
Only a very few managed to meet the gaze of their Primarch, and these people were remembered by Hector.
At least not everyone disappointed him, Hector thought.
He changed his clothes as he walked, with Paris following behind him.
Hector stopped after walking a distance, making sure he was still in the soldiers' sight and that they wouldn't hear him.
"Brother." Paris was noticeably more talkative, and the barely perceptible gaps and barriers in his speech vanished instantly.
The two brothers sat cross-legged on the ground, just as they would in the luxurious palace of Troy.
Hector nodded, signaling him to continue.
"I don't know where to begin, brother," Paris said hesitantly, his fingers lightly tapping his wrist, his lips pursed. "This... is too bizarre and complicated."
"I have enough patience, Paris." Hector forced a smile for his brother, a smile that didn't appear ugly on his face, which still reeked of blood.
"You know Paris, I always have enough patience when it comes to you."
"Of course," Paris replied, feeling reassured.
"Let's start from when I'm carried onto the Stormbird, brother."
Hector raised an eyebrow at this.
This clearly surprised him. According to the post-war report by the overall commander of the operation, Lestrade, his brother had lost consciousness and entered a state of suspended animation while fighting against what was clearly an elite unit of the Kraf Xenomorphs.
The unknown curiosity stirred Hector's heart. He wanted to ask, and he knew that Paris wouldn't mind his rudeness, but Hector still held back.
Royal etiquette meant Hector disliked interrupting others when they were speaking; he was a good listener.
But it was clear that Paris knew what his brother wanted to hear and what he was curious about.
He could smile knowingly just by glancing at the subtle expression on his brother's face when he let his guard down.
"My consciousness began to awaken from that moment, brother."
"I clearly sensed my body being lifted onto the Stormbird, and I sensed the sorrowful, manic emotions and indistinct, almost invisible spirits of each of my companions and brothers."
"I feel..." Paris hesitated again, confused. He felt a sense of unreality about what he was about to say: "I can't see things clearly with my naked eye. It's as if everything is changing, blurry, and distorted."
"But I can feel a clarity that is different from that of the physical body; it is a kind of soul, an emotion, that is elusive."
"In the dark environment, like the Trojan Night, I was suddenly swallowed up by the beautiful stars. It felt like the ocean, or so I thought. Then the beautiful stars turned into the sea, suffocating me and making me almost unable to breathe."
With that, Paris shut his mouth and looked at Hector.
Hector commented on this: "It was like a dream. The Fifteenth and Seventeenth Companies told me about these things, especially the prophet of the Fifteenth Company."
"I think you've entered the subspace with these symptoms. The company commander of the Fifteenth Company calls it the Sea of Ether, the Sea of Souls, and the Sea of Spirituality."
"Their advice to me was not to have too much contact, as it was too dangerous, and that I should strictly adhere to the precepts," Hector remarked.
"I am proud of them. The powerful, primal force of psionic energy makes me feel dangerous, but they are able to restrain their use with their spirit and will."
"In contrast, the behavior of the 17th Dalian disappointed me. They were too indulgent and obsessed with the powerful strength brought by the Sea of Souls."
"That's very strange, brother." At first, Paris listened attentively, mimicking Hector.
But as Hector began to complain to him more and more, as if he had done the same things he had done in Troy, Paris interrupted his brother in fear.
He said, "We've both seen the warp, haven't we, brother?"
"It was a place so calm that there were no waves, an illusion devoid of matter."
"I often enjoy looking at this beautiful view through the porthole of the Dawn."
"That's completely different from what I've seen."