Back in the real world, Caine extinguished the candle, gathered up the remaining items, and carefully inspected the warehouse. To his relief, the sea vortex created by Cavi Tuwa had completely cleared the space, leaving only later rainwater splashes, patches of scorched areas from lightning strikes, a few scattered ashes, and the furrows made by Caine's boots as he walked through. These traces were easily manageable—he'd have Daniz use a fireball to "clean" the area later, presenting it as a result of internal conflicts among the pirates. Caine gave a barely perceptible nod, then drew one of the last few paper figures, snapped his arm with a crisp motion, and shook his wrist. The figure soared into the air and burned itself, turning to black ash. After completing these actions, Caine stepped toward the door, growing increasingly concerned as he walked. His boots had lost their soles, and the rest of them were torn and worn; his clothing and trousers were also stained with fragments, dampness, and scorched patches. All of this was unavoidable under the circumstances just now—something no mere "paper stand-in" could bear. The tearing came from the immense suction of the sea vortex; the dampness stemmed from the downpour unleashed by Cavi Tuwa; the blackened areas were evidence of brief lightning strikes that occurred during Klaine’s intermittent use of the "paper stand-in," even now, after the storm has calmed, his right forearm still bears faint spasms from the electric shocks. "All this has cost me eight pounds and six shillings. I’ll have to replace my outfit entirely. I foresaw the danger and prepared accordingly, but I didn’t expect Cavi Tuwa to be stronger and more frenzied than I had anticipated. I hope to reap some reward from this." Klaine nodded silently, composed his expression, endured the pain, and moved behind the door panel blocking the exit, tapping his fingers three times. Danyz had been somewhat uneasy all along and hesitated for two seconds before finally shifting the door panel. Germán Spáro had regained his reserved, composed demeanor, no longer radiating the spiritual tremor of hunger and frenzy that once had overwhelmed. Daniz breathed out a quiet sigh, glanced into the room, and casually asked, "Is that it?" "No," said Kline, curling a smile with quiet grace. Not yet? Daniz was startled. "What else do you need?" Kline maintained his subtly frenzied smile. "More cleaning is required." "Courtesy," he added. Cleaning... Daniz paused, raised his right hand, and pointed at himself. "Me?" Kline's smile widened further. Or me? Then I'd be devoured by that creeping hunger! Daniz managed a dry chuckle. "How exactly do I clean?" "With fireballs," Kline replied simply. As a part-time pirate, Daniz instantly grasped Germán Spáro's intent, turned past him, and moved toward the interior of the warehouse. Throughout this process, he found himself puzzled, with growing doubts: "The captain said that 'the creeping hunger' consumes one living person every day. Yet Germann Sparrow only satisfies it after battle ends—otherwise, he pays it no attention at all. And just now, there was a battle, Germann Sparrow even used the icy strength of 'Steel' McVey. Yet afterward, he made no effort to feed it... That's strange. What secret is hidden here? Is there some kind of partial seal? Could it be that, either he himself or the organization behind him, has been able to seal off 'the creeping hunger'?" The iron cigarette box, tinged with the gray mist, has already been delivered, and now he's simply waiting for the false "Sea God," Cavituwa, to collapse and die. He hopes that either the extraordinary beings from the Storm Church or the royal military haven't yet reached there, or that they've left behind some items they deem unimportant but still valuable. Kline slowly inhaled, listening to the steady, muted rumbling sounds coming from behind. They’d already found Latiria’s team during the morning inspection yesterday—“The Penalties” and the military clearly hold significant leads, and many have headed to Ximim Island… Hmm, it’s always someone else’s turn to be involved. Aljer withdrew his gaze, tugged at his short robe that barely reached his knees, and murmured softly: “Let’s wrap this up soon.” Once Kavitova is finally gone and the tsunamis no longer linger, he can sail out of the harbor, leave behind the city of generosity, Bayam, and begin his efforts to advance to the rank of Sequence 6, “Wind’s Keeper.” As the thought formed, Aljer turned toward the window. He saw the high clouds swiftly parting, with the crimson moon hanging still and serene. Klein's gaze extended outward, and he observed that the low-lying clouds had vanished, the high-altitude red moon now bright and clear, with sparse stars scattered in the sky. Had the conflict between the God of the Sea and the God of the Sea thus concluded? Klein mused for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze, closed the curtains, took four steps backward, and stepped into the gray mist. He sat at the head of the weathered long table, materialized a coin, and softly recited the divination incantation: "Kavitova has died completely." ... After seven repetitions, he gave the coin a crisp tap, watching it leap upward and then roll back down. It landed squarely in Klein's palm, with the royal portrait facing up. A clear affirmation! The coin confirmed that the God of the Sea, Kavitova, had indeed died completely. Indeed, the ancient elven ruins on Ximim Island are closely linked to the sanctuary that sustains Cavituwa... Just a day and a half after the "Sentinels of Fate" and military personnel received the "Book of Catastrophe" and gained intelligence about the ruins, Cavituwa could no longer hold on. I had originally expected it to withstand for two to three more days... Kline sighed, attempting to divinate whether the official extraordinary agents had already entered Cavituwa's sanctuary. Unfortunately, lacking relevant information, his divination failed to yield any insights. Rethinking, Kline shifted his approach, unfastened his pendulum, and instead divined whether his current exploration of Cavituwa's sanctuary posed any danger. Since this involved his own well-being, results emerged swiftly: The yellow crystal pendant rotated counterclockwise, at a moderate pace and with a modest amplitude. There was danger, but it was manageable—less severe than the risks encountered during the previous sacrifice rituals. Kline nodded gently and returned to the real world, beginning preparations for action. He first locked the door to the bedroom, then set up the ritual, summoning himself. Re-entering the gray mist, Caine immediately picked up the "Black Emperor" card and placed it within his spirit body. Instantly, he solidified, as though endowed with flesh and blood; the thick, dark mist surrounding him adhered to his surface, forming a majestic, tangible armor that covered his entire form—yet a magnificent, dark crown rested upon his head. He glanced at the human skin gloves laid on the table, hesitating whether or not to put them on. In the gray mist, the "craving unrest" had nearly been sealed, remaining still and unmoving. But as soon as they left this place, the uncontrolled hunger would threaten the bearer—whether living or spirit. Caine was considering whether the high rank of the "Black Emperor" card could sufficiently suppress the "craving unrest" within his spirit body, allowing it to remain stable. Try it. If it doesn't work, immediately end the summoning and return here… it hardly takes any time and poses no danger. Kline picked up "The Thirsty Hunger" and placed it over the iron-black armor gauntlet. With no further hesitation, he stepped through the "Gate of Summoning," guided by the expanding candlelight, and arrived in the real world. Without missing a beat, Kline's first action was to check the condition of "The Thirsty Hunger," and found it calm and obedient, firmly seated beneath the high rank of "Black Emperor." Good. Kline exhaled in relief, then sequentially placed the Azk copper whistle, the biological toxin vial, and the solar chest pin within himself. Finally, he took up the black hardwood staff, intending to use it to locate the lost iron cigarette box that carried the misty aura. Of course, to find Karituvwa's hidden sanctuary, he must first enter the spiritual realm, locate it from within, or else the effort would be in vain. As for how to enter the spiritual realm, Klein did not consider the three methods offered by Mr. Azk. How could a wise, thinking spirit fail to find the spiritual realm and enter it? After calming himself slightly, he observed the image of countless luminous spheres gathering. His body and mind quickly settled, his thoughts gradually becoming empty, and his spiritual awareness slowly extending and unfolding. Soon, he noticed all around him a series of ethereal, transparent entities whose forms were difficult to describe—colors vivid and distinct yet overlapping, while a hazy mist grew faint and nearly imperceptible, enveloping everything. Deep within, in the upper reaches, seven distinct, clear beams of light moved slowly, as though alive and brimming with infinite knowledge. This was the spiritual realm—fully overlapping with reality, present everywhere. If I just happen to encounter a "penalty bearer" or military personnel, I simply end my summoning and return to the gray mist above... Kline took a single step forward and simply entered the spiritual realm, feeling as though his own presence had become ethereal. The black cloak trailing behind him gently swayed, and his sturdy wooden staff stood upright in his hands. With a calm, resonant voice that carried an inherent dignity, he said: "The position of my own iron tobacco box."... As he spoke, Kline felt an unexpected tension, for amidst the rich, distinct hues around him, a series of quiet, strange eyes watched him steadily. After seven repetitions, he released his grip and waited for guidance. The black wooden staff then floated gently, drifting forward at a steady, unhurried pace. Kline followed it, gliding through the spiritual realm—real yet elusive, strange yet mysterious. Here, without a clear sense of orientation, one could easily become completely lost and never find their way back. Of course, this posed no issue for Cline. Should he truly get lost, he could simply end the summoning and return directly to the gray mist. Cline chased after the black staff that at times flew ahead and at other times fell behind, weaving through clearly defined yet overlapping hues, passing by numerous ethereal beings that were half-hidden and whose exact nature he could not fully describe—his destination remained elusive. Suddenly, he spotted an eye—a round, sharply contrasted black-and-white eye. It stared steadily at him, without a head or a corresponding body. PS: Updates will be posted earlier in the morning.