The Rosd Islands serve as the cornerstone of the Kingdom of Runn's rule in the central Suyania Sea and are also a key diocese of the Church of Storms, long home to a senior presbyter who regularly participates in the College of Cardinals. Of course, even a general-level pirate would hardly disturb such a distinguished figure, let alone mere second-in-command and ship's captain. Presbyter Cordova Roey readily accepted the orders, leading two "Enforcers" squads to activate the sealed artifacts "2–37" and "2–166," and stationed them at a distance from the 15th address on the Avenue of the Sacred Trees, ensuring complete security. In Cordova Roey's estimation, one "Enforcers" squad equipped with two artifacts would be sufficient to handle the combined forces of the "Steel" group and the "Flame" Daniz. Yet, the latter's attentive tracking of the pursuers' movements gave him cause for concern, prompting an intuitive sense of underlying issues—so he additionally summoned a third "Enforcers" squad. In fact, having "2–37" would be sufficient... As he waited, Cordova Roye suddenly remarked. In his estimation, this sealed object would be a nightmare for the "Steel" and the "Flame" among others. He closed his eyes, and the relevant information naturally came to mind: "A Ruhn army conquered this tribe, obtained the item venerated upon the altar, and over the following week, a series of incidents unfolded—including soldiers experiencing mental disturbances, madness, and suicide. Research indicates that anyone who comes into contact with the item enters a prolonged dream state; if not awakened, they remain permanently immersed in this fantastical world, externally displaying symptoms of restlessness, fear, and confusion, with their psychological and physiological states gradually transforming. Even researchers who were awakened continue to struggle for extended periods in distinguishing between reality and dreams, resulting in a cascade of tragic events—such as expressing romantic interest to their superiors, kissing the mouth of a venomous snake, developing depression, removing their clothes to run naked through the fields, or attempting to bathe in boiling water—without being relocated to another city, the only outcomes are madness or suicide." "This item can be utilized to induce the same dream experience in all living beings within a designated range... The user can selectively target specific individuals, excluding companions... The maximum effective range is a radius of 50 meters; beyond this, the user will experience an immense burden, resulting in profound psychological trauma... Afterward, the user will struggle to distinguish between reality and dreams and will require leaving the city where '2–37' resides in order to recover. Multiple examples (see appendix) indicate that even without direct contact, the item broadly influences the surrounding population, unless it is submerged in boiling water... Appendix: 1. Similar to the 'Night Path' effect of 'Nightmare,' but more pronounced and uncontrollable." "2. Example 1: A guard forgot to add charcoal, causing the flame to die out and the boiling water temperature to drop; soon afterward, he began exhibiting unusual symptoms, reportedly dreaming of his beloved girl, passionately declaring his affection to his glove, and attempting to develop a relationship beyond mere friendship; Example 2…." As his thoughts turned, Cordova Roey suddenly spotted "the Flame" Daniz, the fourth mate of the *Golden Dream*, who had indeed arrived at this liaison point to collect intelligence. He gestured to the nearby "Agent of Penalties" member, who opened a golden square box inscribed with numerous symbols and magical seals, removing the sealed item "2–37" that had been soaked in the boiling water. This golden box itself was another sealed object, "2–166"—one that maintains the original temperature of its contents and can, to some extent, alter the weather, bringing forth the next "Solar Waters" rain. Of course, it also has significant drawbacks; otherwise, the "substitutes" would have already used it to seal off "2–37" long ago, rather than resorting to temporary fixes. Among these, the most unacceptable is that any object, given sufficient contact time, acquires a living quality and becomes deeply devoted to the "Eternal Scorching Sun." Within the ranks of the "substitutes," there have even been tables that sing praises of the "Eternal Scorching Sun" every day, each second eager to light candles that burn themselves to purify everything around. ——The irritable "substitutes" turned that table into a pile of wood chips, the candle that ignited it being the one behind. As figures began to appear, rushing into No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue, Cordova Roye immediately pressed the palm of his right hand, activating the sealing object "2–37" at his side. The member's palm instantly shimmered with an ethereal scale pattern, and he directly reached into the boiling water to pull out the dark, heart-shaped sealing object. The melodic sound of the Highland pipes rose, and the hazy night enveloped the house at 15 Maple Street. To the adventurers John Smith and the others, the scene remained unchanged—still an empty living room with no furniture, and "Flame" Daniz draped in a black cloak, utterly unresponsive to the sense of entering a dream. They strained to reach him, fired their guns repeatedly, and summoned their abilities with determination, ultimately wounding "Flame" severely and capturing the renowned pirate, now on a £3,000 reward and linked to the "Death Key." Yet in the real world, they simply performed high-knee lifts, extended their arms like swimmers, or held their fingers as if firing guns, making rhythmic popping sounds. "Move!" Cordova Royle stepped out of concealment first, charging toward the house at 15 Maple Street, while the other members of the "Penalty" squad divided into two groups and completed a surrounding encirclement from different positions. The客厅 was already brilliantly illuminated before Cordova arrived, as if the sun were rising gently, and the sacred, pure water droplets fell like rain—exactly the effect of the seal "2–166." At a distance, the flying carpet hung quietly, obscured by darkness. Upon seeing the "Enforcers" appear, "Steel" Mavith and the others immediately realized it was indeed Daniz the "Blazing"’s trap. "This traitor has actually joined the Storm Church!" Mavith roared, his eyes wild. "Hunter," the "Bloodthorn" looked calmly at Skall and sincerely praised, "luckily, we didn't overlook anything." "I didn't expect Daniz the 'Blazing' to collaborate with the Storm Church either," Skall said calmly. "Perhaps, he has been captured by the Enforcers and forced to cooperate after sustaining injuries." As they were about to leave, suddenly they noticed something protruding from the shadow outside the house at 15 Maple Avenue, clinging to the ground and swiftly moving toward the distance. "Flame!" recalled Mavith, remembering the earlier failed ambush. "Danzis!" Hunter also recognized the man, who had displayed this remarkable ability to escape. Skoar was first startled, then it dawned on him: "Either Danzis, the Flame, is trying to escape the control of the Sentinels now, or he has some other trap planned against us—some reason has unexpectedly drawn the Sentinels in, forcing him to abandon his plans and rush off hastily." "Either way, this is an opportunity!" said Hunter, the Bloodthorn, glancing at the Sentinel who had just entered the house. "As long as we seize that brief moment of just a few seconds, we can either kill or capture the Flame right before the Sentinels' eyes!" "Steel" Mavith expressed his excitement, his eyes growing wildly intense. After Skoal nodded, he turned to the other two extraordinary beings and said, "You take my undead and automatons and hold this position. Once the 'Avenger of Reckoning' comes close, have them create chaos and use the opportunity to withdraw!" "Yes, sir." The two extraordinary pirates jumped off the flying carpet alongside the undead and automatons. The peacock-blue carpet curved around and reached ahead of "Flame" Daniz. "You'll support us and keep watch around the perimeter," Skoal said, making the most of the time, to "Bloodthorn" Huntley. Huntley's slightly pale face broke into a smile. "Agreed!" Skoal said no more, simply giving "Steel" Mavith a nod. With his superior position, Mavith discerned the barely noticeable excess shadows and judged the direction in which the target was moving. He leapt down from the flying carpet like a massive boulder, landing heavily on the ground. Frost gathered at the soles of his feet, spreading rapidly sideways in a cold, translucent ice layer. The black shadow was instantly frozen in the corner! With a crisp crack, Daniz the Flame strained and emerged, growing out of the shadow. Hunter on the carpet released the object he had been holding—green leaves, fresh blossoms, and thorny branches—smoothly and promptly. The leaves, petals, and thorns either swelled wildly or fused together, clinging and wrapping tightly around Daniz the Flame, immobilizing him completely. Skall stepped out of the carpet, using the momentum of the descent, and inserted the sharp surgical knife in his right hand into Daniz’s neck. With a sharp *plink*, he grasped the handle with his right hand, twisted it once, and maneuvered to the back of his target. Daniz’s head immediately dropped, and his body quickly flattened, transforming into a thin, tattered paper figure. At the same time, "Steel" Mavith felt an indescribable, intense hunger—like a terrifying monster hidden in the darkness, silently watching him. No, not "Flame!" As this thought formed in his mind, a compressed, blazing white sphere shot from one of the rooftops and struck his body. "Steel" Mavith responded with a single action: he raised his arm to shield himself. Thunder! The flame exploded, sending out a surge of wind that obscured Skall and Huntley's view, yet they remained calm, confident in "Steel." Indeed, Mavith's only injuries were torn clothing and slight whitening of his skin—unharmed otherwise. Just then, he suddenly saw a figure emerge from the swirling waves of fire, radiating wildness. Though dressed in the black cloak of Daniz the Flame, the figure had neat, black hair, steady brown eyes devoid of emotion, and a lean, stern face. The Daniz he had just seen had always been the faceless Klein—always prepared for the hunt, always the man of Gervan Sparrow!