In an instant, Caine shifted into the all-encompassing, enigmatic demeanor of the "Fool," gently nodding. "That's quite accurate," he said. The river before him surged with life, white words writhing and reshaping themselves: "This is the exploration process recorded by my faithful servant, Arodus. You may at any time choose to accelerate or skip certain scenes." The sentence hung for two seconds before the scene abruptly zoomed in, bringing Caine directly to the side of Ikonser Bernard—yet no one noticed his presence. He glanced around, feeling as though every person and every scene around him were truly alive, vivid and real, creating an exceptionally immersive experience. "And I can accelerate or skip certain scenes..." Caine mused. Surely, the mirror itself was essentially a virtual reality home cinema. He couldn't help but mutter that to himself. He once again glanced at the members of "The Heart of Mechanism," and noticed that the leader was an elderly man dressed in a white priest's robe, wearing a soft clerical hat, with an unusually kind face, his expression calm and gentle. "Your Grace, everyone is ready," Ikonsa approached the elder, bowed, and said. The Archbishop... Is this Archbishop Horamik Haddon, the half-divine, half-human Archbishop of the Steam and Mechanism Church's Bekland diocese? The Mechanized Heart indeed acts with care, showing no signs of carelessness... Perhaps they are even carrying a Seal Item of Rank 1, and have already performed divination rituals, given their access to the "Seer's Path." Fortunately, I can reasonably confirm that the gray mist's counter-divination—or interference—functions much like the "Card of Desecration," presenting results that are naturally straightforward and unremarkable, thus avoiding suspicion. Otherwise, certain details might have come to light. However, the scene of my meeting with Miss Sharlen is likely to be reenacted, since it poses no harm to me. It will depend on whether the "Spirits of Resentment" can disrupt the Mechanized Heart's attempts at divination. Ah—indeed, the Mechanized Heart probably relies on Arhodes. Based on its recent and prior behavior, it's not implausible that it might casually apply a subtle blur or filter to please me as well. Klein found himself thinking this with a growing sense of clarity. At that moment, Horamik Haydon drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest: "Begin your actions, and the gods will protect us." One after another, nearly a dozen extraordinary beings descended, with Caine following closely behind, without any sense of rushing. He had always been curious about the lower-tier combat techniques of the "Heart of Mechanism" and intended to observe them firsthand during this opportunity. Additionally, he was deeply interested in exactly how a true half-divine, half-human being would fight, and what secrets were hidden within the Amun family's tomb. The black marble steps, polished over a span of a few thousand years, remained remarkably hard, showing no signs of corrosion. The members of the "Heart of Mechanism" walked down them, reaching the depths and encountering striking, asymmetrical stone pillars and patterns carved with the precision of axe and chisel. These pillars stood on either side of a broad avenue, with a massive, heavy, double-leaf deep gray stone door ahead. The stone gate had cracked open, revealing a narrow passage wide enough for two people to pass through, deep and dim within. The members of "The Heart of Mechanism" didn't rush in immediately. Holding up their well-lit lanterns, they carefully searched the outer area, but found no valuable items. "According to the plan, the first group will conduct preliminary clearing," said Ikonse, after securing the abbot's approval, and then adjusted his hat, pressing down the soft, flowing hair on top. Clearing? That word puzzled Klein as he chewed it over. As he pondered it, the two strongest and most imposing male members of "The Heart of Mechanism" each set down their black, long rectangular boxes and opened them. Inside one box lay a sturdy, thick, iron-black cylindrical object, engraved with dense, strange patterns; in the other, a complex and intricately designed weapon, featuring a pale golden chain inserted into it. One of the two men carried the cylindrical object, his steps heavy, and walked steadily toward the open arch of the stone gate. Another member of the "Heart of Mechanism" lifted a strange weapon, secured the magazine, and followed slightly behind. After a glance exchanged, the item carried by the first member instantly glowed, etching vivid, intense impressions and patterns onto the scene. Boom! A golden sphere, resembling a miniature sun, shot out from within the "barrel" and plunged into the darkness. Thunder! The ground trembled slightly, and bright light surged out through the cracks. The member holding the "barrel" visibly sank, his feet trembling. Boom! Boom! Boom! He continuously deployed his extraordinary weapon, launching golden "projectiles" one after another toward various points, causing the tomb to sway vigorously yet without any dust being scattered. He steadied himself, and the member with the unusual gun stepped forward two paces, then pressed the trigger: Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic! The sound of rapid gunfire erupted, one after another, golden arrows shooting forth, purifying the dangers deep within the darkness. ...Isn't this exactly the kind of sweeping bombardment effect I've always dreamed of? And using such extraordinary consumables—purifying bullets, exorcizing shells—what a luxury! This is how the "Mechanical Heart" fights? Kline stared, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open. After a fierce barrage, Ikonse raised his voice amidst the resonant echoes: "The second group will handle the follow-up cleanup." And... Kline found himself growing increasingly numb. The second group consisted of two members, each wielding scrolls made of different leathers. They briefly recited incantations, activated the scrolls, and threw them into the interior. Suddenly, the buildings behind the stone gate were enveloped in a gentle, pure glow, and droplets of golden holy rain fell softly, cleansing everything within the area. Klein stared at the scene in quiet astonishment, suddenly finding it absurd: "Wait—aren't you archaeologists? Aren't you professionals in the field of archaeology? Don't you fear that this method of clearing will cause the tombs to collapse entirely?" As his thoughts raced, the second group completed their work and called out to Ikonser, "Steward, as expected, the architectural structure has remained undamaged." It was clear they had prepared thoroughly. "Very well," Ikonser ordered, "proceed." In the following stages, the scene repeated itself, the members of the "Heart of Mechanism" advancing smoothly, exploring one region after another, occasionally gathering remarkable characteristics. "No murals..." said Horamik Haydon, the Grand Abbot of the Steam and Mechanism Church, pausing as they approached the main chamber, murmuring in bewilderment. Even Caine, who counts himself half a historian, shared the same confusion. Normally, a noble's tomb would contain some artifacts reflecting their status and achievements during life. When the tomb evolved into a mausoleum or even a grand necropolis with ample space, murals narrating the life of the deceased were a common practice—indeed, a frequent occurrence even in more ancient, less literate eras, when humans first learned to paint rather than write. Therefore, the absence of such murals in a fourth-century noble mausoleum was indeed unusual. Upon hearing the archbishop's question, Ikonser immediately ordered the team members to spread out in pairs, searching the surrounding area for relevant traces. Watching all this, Cline found himself wishing to "fast forward," eager to see the results unfold. At that moment, he noticed that two members of the "Mechanical Hearts" in the left corner suddenly became three! One of them was identical in appearance to Ikonser Bernard, with his hair so full it had even risen above his hat. That... Cline was momentarily stunned, then began to form a hypothesis. As the thought took shape, he saw Ikonser approach the team member closest to him. "Any findings?" he cleared his throat and asked in a lowered voice. The team member, initially alert, turned around and relaxed upon recognizing Ikonser as the steward. "None yet..." he began, when suddenly the figure of Ikonser before him transformed into a human skin, enveloping him completely. That pale human skin tightly enveloped him, gradually outlining the contours of his facial features—without a single sound, without any disturbance. Suddenly, radiance began to seep from within the skin, like the first light of the rising sun! The skin instantly became semi-transparent, then swiftly rose into the air, as though scorched. A black whip then struck it, slowing its movements noticeably. In this kind of battle, slowness was the very sin. One after another, extraordinary weapons, blazing scrolls, and golden-dusted bullets arrived, gradually submerging that human skin. After the brilliant light, countless ashes fell, each glowing faintly, slowly, "striving" to gather together. Indeed, it was the "Human Skin Shadow"... Klein turned his gaze toward the members of the "Mechanical Heart" who had just been attacked. The man tugged at his collar, drawing out a talisman adorned with numerous symbols related to the sun and magical emblems. "Thank goodness the Archbishop had us wear these!" he remarked sincerely, holding up his lantern. Only then did Kaine notice that his collar pin carried the quiet serenity of night, his ring embodied the restless energy of storms, and his belt conveyed a tangible sense of strength. Though not all were magical artifacts—most being enchanted trinkets or extraordinary weapons whose effects would soon fade—each was certainly valuable. It wasn't something a craftsman or a wealthy noble could easily gather. This was indeed the style of the "Mechanical Heart" in battle—spending money. Kaine suddenly felt a sharp blow to his confidence, standing motionless for a long time before recovering. At this moment, the properties of the skin-ghost had fully coalesced into a distinct form, resembling a large, brilliant diamond with countless cross-sections reflecting light, each face within the diamond showing a different countenance. The faces were dense, layered upon one another, overwhelming and dizzying. I just needed this... Kline felt a surge of joy. The "Heart of Mechanism" had processed its harvest and continued searching for the murals, but found no traces. They were thus forced to gather once more and proceed down the corridor leading to the main chamber.