A soft, golden glow arrived instantly, striking the seemingly empty ground. Yet suddenly, brilliant flames surged upward, swiftly outlining a figure dressed in a black tailcoat with a deep red cloak. At the left arm of this figure, a holy and pure flame burned, continuously releasing faint black vapors tinged with green, casting a pale, ashen hue over his otherwise pale face. The man was in his forties, with his hair neatly combed back, gleaming with oil, precise and orderly. His eyes, deep brown with a hint of green, were expressionless—neither showing emotion nor any sign of pain. "The Spirit of Resentment," Steve! His head turned slowly, his gaze fixed on Caine, who stood at the warehouse's roof, cold and full of malice. Caine froze suddenly, a sudden chill spreading through him, despite the warm sensation provided by the "Sun Breast Pin." His body stiffened instantly, his eyes grew vacant, and within his gaze, two identical figures appeared: a black tailcoat, a deep crimson cloak, a well-groomed back with oil-streaked hair, a cold, emerald-green gaze, and a pale face in his forties! In an instant, Crayne was under control, his thoughts gradually blurring. This was the ability of Sequence 5—"Wandering Spirit"—an elusive, hard-to-defend power! Fortunately, he had anticipated it thoroughly and been well-prepared, and the "purification" effect effectively resisted the possession of malevolent entities. Thus, before his mental faculties completely vanished, he summoned the spiritual essence originating from his spirit-body and channeled it into the dark-gold sunbird brooch. As he raised his hands to press against his neck, a clear, pure, warm light suddenly descended from above. It radiated like a beam from the Land of the Sun, bringing a brilliant sensation and a sacred cleansing, fully enveloping Crayne within it. The spell of the Sun domain, "Summoning Holy Light!" The intangible force of control within the holy light suddenly weakened, and Claryn's eyes instantly regained their brilliance. Immediately thereafter, his form began to burn, growing brittle and charred until only a thin sheet of paper remained. At the same time, amid the flames rising from the explosion between the two warehouses, Claryn—dressed in a black double-breasted formal suit and wearing a matching half-high silk hat—leapt out. His walking cane had vanished somewhere, and the translucent image floating above his head was gradually consumed by the flames, turning into scattered ashes that drifted in all directions. Before Claryn could even assess his situation, he felt his ankles tightly grasped by an invisible force. His lower legs, his arms, and the garments on his chest and back were likewise firmly pulled and held! Within the already activated spiritual vision, Caine saw a series of hazy, translucent figures—some incomplete, others covered in blood, some with blackened skin, and others pale and cold. Hush… a cold breeze blew against the back of Caine’s neck, coming from an unknown source, raising each hair on his body and making him tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, the dark golden sunbird brooch at his chest flashed with a brilliant glow, and instantly, one after another, golden, ethereal flames erupted around him! These flames radiated the essence of the sun, dense and interconnected, forming a vast ocean of light. This was the "Light Fire" from the "Sun" domain! The terrifying spectral figures surrounding Caine silently screamed and vanished, and the cold wind behind his head was replaced by the warmth generated by the sunbird brooch. Klein, now safe within this setting, breathed out in quiet awe and apprehension: even with careful preparations and items capable of countering his opponent, he remained dangerously vulnerable when facing a single Sequence 5 "Wraith" in one-on-one combat—the performance had nearly faltered at its very outset! Nearby, Steve in his dark crimson cloak began to fade slightly; the brilliant flames burning on his left arm were soon extinguished entirely as the black mist surged relentlessly against them. His eyes, once glowing with a faint green hue, now brimmed with malice and desire, as though his mind had lost both reason and capacity for thought. At this moment, having been reminded by the earlier shot, Marich had pulled away from him and directed the lifeless, expressionless corpses rising from the soil to encircle and pursue the "werewolf" Tael. Meanwhile, he himself circled steadily, crafting smooth sheets of ice and patches of decaying muck, aiming to disrupt the movements of his adversary. The werewolf Tael, holding the shrunk, glowing crimson full moon in one hand, kept running without pause until he was suddenly blocked by a living corpse, at which point he casually reached down and seized it. Crack! The living corpse was instantly divided into six pieces, its long-decayed flesh and wriggling maggots scattering across the ground. Tael paused, stunned, and stared in disbelief at his own hands and claws. It suddenly dawned on him that the bonuses granted by the "Deep Crimson Moon Crown" went far beyond mere speed. He now felt as though he had mastered some powerful and strange spells! Tael stopped fleeing and turned to face Mariqi, whose face was pale. At this moment, the living corpse Jason was drawing closer to that ethereal yet mysterious gate, his body wrapped in dark green and black vines that revealed the faces of infants. He was being dragged forward by arms—some toothed, others entirely bare of skin—pulling with great strength. His eyes were nearly pressed against the narrow crevice of the bronze-gold gate, locked in cold, indescribable gazes with countless eyes hidden deep in the darkness. It felt like a place born from the very core of his being. "No!" The body, now dominated by slaughter and bloodlust, cried out—shrieking with desperate intensity! The wolf-man Tael, who had been poised to counterattack, froze mid-motion, clenched his teeth, and hurled the miniature crimson full moon he held, directly toward the wraith Steve. Only by restoring the strength of a Sequence 5 warrior, granting them an advantage, could the battle be swiftly concluded—only then would Jason, the undead, have a chance to be rescued! Klein's eyes brightened at the scene, and he immediately raised his hand, tapping it once. Crack! Thunder! Along the path of the "Deep Crimson Coronet," a pre-placed bomb erupted, uprooting the soil and blasting out a surge of powerful, gusty wind, accompanied by a surge of vivid crimson flames. The "Deep Crimson Moon Crown" was gently nudged, making a slight turn and falling in a different direction. Thunder! Another bomb exploded, another surge of flames rose, and Caine leapt out, rushing toward the "Deep Crimson Moon Crown" nearby. Suddenly, before the path of descent of the "Deep Crimson Moon Crown," a pale hand appeared, steady and firm, catching it. This was Steve—the "Grudge Spirit"—who had vanished into ethereal form at some point and now reappeared once more! By instinct, he had been chasing the full moon. With a soft sound, Steve grasped the "Deep Crimson Moon Crown." The once purely malicious, desire-laden emerald eyes now shimmered with a touch of grace, transforming him from a mere grudge spirit into a Sequence 5 strength. A subtle smile curled at his lips as he coldly glanced at Caine. He did not immediately move to defeat this frail opponent, but instead allowed his form to fade once again into ethereal mist. Klein rolled on the ground twice, then reached into his coat pocket with his left hand, gently pushing open the iron cigarette box once more and making contact with Rosagó's "Eye of Pure Blackness." Amidst the steady flow of tears and nasal mucus, Klein heard a series of strange murmurs, and through the lines of dark, eerie threads emerging from them, he caught sight of the vanished "spirit" Steve. He was now swiftly approaching the weakened, fallen Sharon, determined to secure her, rescue the "zombie" Jason, and finally conclude the battle. Sharon was, in fact, the true primary objective of this mission! Klein swiftly withdrew his left hand, and at the mere thought of it, infused fresh spiritual energy into the "Sun Brooch" once again. 2! 1! A bright, pure beam of divine light descended from the heavens, descending and enveloping Sharon's back. Steve, now appearing in his dark red cloak, suddenly materialized several meters away, narrowly avoiding the holy radiance. His speed, amplified by the "Deep Crimson Corona," was already terrifying—capable of effective dodging in an instant! Yet at the same time,克莱恩, half-kneeling on the ground, raised his right hand and depressed the trigger of his revolver. His target: the "undead" Jason! A bullet blazing with brilliant light shot forth, aimed squarely at Jason's back, to "assist" him in entering the bronze-colored mysterious gate earlier. Just then, Steve vanished, materializing behind Jason and using his open left palm to intercept the exorcizing bullet. Sizzling! The bright sunlight caused him intense pain, making him tremble and shake his arm, his eyes narrowing as his skin continuously blackened and peeled off, only to rapidly regenerate and heal. Suddenly, he heard a crisp snap! Klein flicked his finger again! Thunderous! Just beyond, a bomb exploded, sending out shockwaves and stone fragments like bullets spreading in every direction. A significant portion of these struck both "the living corpse" Jason and "the spectral ghost" Steve! "NO!" With a cry of agony, Jason's clothing on his side tore apart, and white marks began forming on his skin, deepening rapidly as if fresh blood were about to spill. For a being as solid as steel, this wasn't particularly damaging—but for Jason, who was desperately holding on, it was a clear call for death. Unable to bear it any longer, he was swiftly pulled into the crevice of the bronze gate by those strange, eerie arms. "NO…" Jason's cry echoed far into the distance, and then the mysterious, ethereal gate slammed shut with a heavy clang, swallowing the latter part of his voice entirely and sealing it off. The open space within the warehouse fell silent. "The living corpse" Jason had vanished completely—as though he had never existed at all. Steve’s eyes widened instantly, his mouth opening in a furious cry: "For heaven's sake!" Thud! The sound reverberated, and Caine felt as though a heavy hammer had struck him squarely on the head—his vision blurred, his breath tinged with blood, everything before him turning a deep red. For a moment, the only sound in his ears was a steady hum, and all other noises faded away. Even Tael, the "Wolf-Man," who had grown a thick coat of black fur and sharp fangs after bestowing the "Deep Crimson Coronet," could not escape the impact. He clutched his ears in pain, with blood trickling from the corners of his eyes and mouth. Marich, who had been poised to seize the moment, fared even worse. The suppressed hostility and desire, held in check by his sedatives, surged back with renewed force, threatening to overwhelm his control over the undead. His expression twisted into one of intense distress.