Amon... that's what Kline whispered in his mind. He had originally assumed that the "profane ones" appearing in the "Deserted Lands," in the city of Silver, were descendants of the ancient Amon lineage, gradually ascending to semi-divine status through inheritance of their ancestors' legacy. Yet, it seemed that this individual might have lived for over two thousand years—perhaps even one of the most prominent members of the Amon family during its golden age! A relic, indeed. What purpose did he serve by building a mausoleum for himself? Was it merely a ruse to feign death and escape, or perhaps to leave behind temporal imprints on him—like a mark of time? Could he have survived from the Fourth Age into the Fifth by continually drawing upon the lives of others? I had initially thought him a Sequence 3, maybe even Sequence 2. Today, considering his longevity, a Sequence 1 seems entirely plausible. Time, after all, always brings about fundamental transformation. Kline found himself often puzzled and speculating, his thoughts swirling like boiling water, bubbling continuously. His voice came from beyond that position, slightly breezy as if the wind had seeped through: "Search for the bodies on the ground—do not come near this area." "Yes, Your Grace!" The others visibly relaxed. The corpses on the ground had already developed extraordinary qualities; some had even fused with specific body parts, forming eerie, magical artifacts. Moreover, the deceased carried various items with them. The "Mechanical Heart" has gathered a substantial haul now—combined with the earlier acquisitions of the "Ghost Frame" and the "Human Skin Ghost Trait"—it fully offsets the costs of the recent, intense "ground-clearing" efforts... a substantial investment yielding high returns. Claryn's gaze lingered on the ground before he took a deep breath, lifted his eyes, and followed the figure of the "puppet" Horamik, who had not carried a lantern, toward the opposite wall of the sarcophagus. At that moment, the magic mirror, Arodes, brightened the scene, making the objects ahead clearly visible. Klein noticed that the opposite wall, having undergone rapid "weathering" moments ago, now bore large patches of fading and crumbling patterns, with many frescoes damaged beyond restoration to their original forms. The only fresco that remained relatively intact and clearly visible was located at the top of the wall, extending upward to occupy nearly half of the dome. It depicted a majestic, continuous range of mountains, upon whose highest peak stood a colossal cross, taller than the mountain itself. The cross was veiled in layers of radiant light, appearing profoundly sacred. Before it, a magnificent and towering figure was faintly visible, as though the mountains themselves lay like pets beneath his feet. Surrounding this figure were numerous angels, each bearing two, four, or six wings—some blowing horns, others playing harps, and others blowing flutes—radiating both solemnity and joy. Below the mountains, two angels with twelve wings each carried infants, moving with humility toward the summit. The infant on the left has slightly wavy black hair, while the one on the right has light golden hair. One has dark eyes, the other golden ones. Elsewhere on the mountains, faintly depicted are giants chained by their feet, dragons forever unable to touch the ground. Hora-mik first looked at the infant on the left, his gentle expression growing more solemn. In a low, soft voice, he murmured a single word: "Amon." Then he turned to the infant on the right, pausing for several seconds before naming him: "Adam..." Amon, Adam... Kline repeated these names, feeling the mist that had hung over the fourth and third ages of history grow ever thicker. He quickly formed certain conjectures in his mind, weaving together the various messages he had heard: at the summit, figures before the radiant cross were surrounded by angels, with giants and dragons in submission—clearly representing a true god of rank 0. Another entity that frequently used the cross as a symbolic element was the "True Creator." It was said that the original Amun was a descendant of the ancient sun god, yet the figure at the summit did not appear to be a pure embodiment of the sun god. Could it be that this figure was the "Lord who creates all things, all-knowing and all-powerful," venerated in the Silver City? This aligned perfectly with the Silver City's mythological account, in which the Creator awakens and seizes the powers of ancient deities such as the "King of the Giants" and the "Dragon of Imagination." Thus, the ancient sun god itself might simply be the very Creator of the Silver City. He may hold dominion over domains such as "the Sun" and "Time," and the powers of the "Giants' King" Ormlir and the "Dragon of Imagination" Angerwid should also have returned to Him... This cannot be encompassed by Sequence 0 alone... So, was the original Amun, a descendant of the "Lord who Creates All, the All-Knowing, All-Powerful God," endowed with exceptional characteristics of the Time domain? This seems to offer a plausible explanation for his quiet decades spent in the silver city's dungeons. Besides Him, there is another descendant of the "Lord who Creates All, the All-Knowing, All-Powerful God"—Adam. What did the original Adam inherit? And if there are descendants living today, where are they located? What is the relationship between the "True Creator" and this figure? Is it merely a matter of adopting the title "Creator" and the symbol of the cross, or is there a deeper, more profound connection between them? Klein didn't let his doubts show too much, for perhaps the magic mirror, Arodos, was observing him. Horamik studied the mural for a moment, then took several steps forward and placed both palms against the wall. Without a sound, the magnificent mural dissolved, fragmenting into scattered stone shards that fell to the ground, its colors vanishing as if evaporating. The Church of the Gods of Steam and Mechanism was deliberately concealing the history of the Third and Fourth Ages—were the other churches doing the same? Klein furrowed his brow and followed the "puppet" Horamik to the other side. After a half-circle, they made another discovery: a stone door, only outlined in silhouette, stood quietly in the corner. Though Horamik's joints had been emitting a continuous, creaking sound, this did not slow its movement; instead, it swiftly approached the door and extended its right hand, attempting to push it. Suddenly, a shimmer of water emerged on the stone gate, coalescing into a vivid scene so real it seemed tangible: waves of deep blue surged forward one after another, toward a dense, almost liquid black mist. A rugged mountain emerged from the mist, its viscous liquid continuously flowing downward. Beyond the mountain, the black mist stretched endlessly, without a visible end. Its base likewise had no limit—deepening with every gaze, the scene grew more profound, as if any object that fell into it would never rise again. What place was this? Klein murmured quietly, his expression unchanged. Horamik withdrew his palms, watching the scene gradually fade until it vanished. He tilted his head back, half-inquisitive, half-sighing, murmuring: "The Abyss..." The Abyss? That was the very source of all decline, the abyss said to be capable of corroding even the true gods? Klein was quite astonished, yet as someone who had once been a clown, he maintained composure in both facial expression and bodily posture. At once, he recalled a matter: Roscel, who had explored the Mist Sea, had once veered off course and left a puzzling remark—“I saw the abyss.” As Klein reflected on the waves surging toward the black mist, a hunch began to form: “Perhaps there is an entrance to the abyss somewhere within the Mist Sea?” Then, he turned his gaze toward the stone gate, suspecting that the Amun who had frequented the Silver City had, after performing a ritual to prepare this tomb, not departed normally, but instead had used a special passage to journey into the abyss—thus, in the eyes of most, he had truly passed away. As for whether the Silver City—or the so-called 'God-Abandoned Land'—was indeed located somewhere within the abyss, Klein could not be certain. After all, the tomb’s history spanned at least fifteen hundred years, giving Amun ample time to traverse the abyss and journey elsewhere. Would he, perhaps, occasionally return, to retrieve time? If someone discovers their grave has been dug up, their facial expression would surely be remarkable... Caine found himself unexpectedly delighted. At that moment, the "puppet" Horamik grasped his left hand with his right hand and twisted it sharply. With a creaking sound, his left arm folded at the wrist, yet without any bones bursting through the skin or tearing flesh. A black, cold, heavy metal tube was embedded within the interior of his left wrist! His entire left arm functioned as a compact, mysterious-type cannon! Indeed, no wonder it's known as the "Heart of Mechanism"—it houses a full mole of cutting-edge technology. However, such a marvel is both demanding and costly, clearly suited only for select individuals and not scalable for widespread military deployment. Caine felt truly enlightened today, gaining firsthand insight into an alternative trajectory of the mysterious world. The only drawback is that the extraordinary traits are conserved, and the number of artisans remains limited, making many such innovations difficult to mass-produce. Horamik then used his left wrist to press against the stone door. Gear teeth meshed and turned within him, accompanied by a powerful surge of spiritual radiance. A bright light, like that of midday, flashed briefly before fading away. The stone door suddenly transformed into pure powder, as if it had never existed at all. Had the "God-Defier" Amun encountered an emergency and tried to return here, only to find the door closed? That would be quite amusing indeed.克莱恩 imagined such a scene and nearly chuckled. The exploration of the Amun family's tomb came to an end, and the images around him rapidly contracted, becoming mere background. A spectral, ancient, eerie silver mirror materialized in the air, with black gemstones resembling eyes gently pulsing with subtle light. White words swiftly etched themselves upon the mirror's surface: "Your faithful servant, Arados, reports complete and is ready to serve you once again." Facing this overly enthusiastic attendant,克莱恩 instinctively felt a touch of wariness and discomfort, and nodded gently. "Very well," he said, "you may now retire." "Yes, the great being above the Spirit Realm." After these words appeared on Arodes' lips, the surrounding scene shattered completely. Once he had confirmed that the entity's power had fully withdrawn from his dreams, Kline murmured to himself, "The great being above the Spirit Realm? It indeed seems to have faintly sensed the gray mist... 'Does this whimsical mirror truly intend to ally with me, or does it harbor some other purpose?' Let's first observe with caution. And at the 'Heart of Mechanism,' I certainly don't want to be buried under three rounds of cannon fire..." Gathering his thoughts, Kline began to look forward to tomorrow. Once the 'Heart of Mechanism' had sorted through its findings, it would surely send him to select items!