The rose-school half-deity, hidden in a shadowed corner, wore a long, hooded black robe. A golden mask, adorned with red and black stripes, covered his face, making it impossible to discern whether he was tall or short—yet he was certainly not short, standing at least 1.8 meters tall. After successfully using the "Thief's" pathway to seal the sarcophagus of Tutankhamun in front of him, his form immediately faded into transparency, stretching and elongating, as if transforming into a thick, long, and supple rope. This nearly ethereal "rope" swiftly wound around the heavy golden sarcophagus, intent on drawing it into the realm of the spirit. At that moment, a sudden gust of wind erupted sharply at his ears, colliding with the air and producing an explosive sound: CRACK! The golden sarcophagus of Tutankhamun was instantly thrown off, and the transparent "rope" surrounding it snapped, retracting back into the form of a human being. The semi-deity of the Rose School first swayed hesitantly upward, then transformed into a spirit—no, a malevolent spirit—allowing the gale to seep through his body, no longer moving with the wind. He watched the air currents spiral rapidly, culminating in a sudden, towering whirlwind that lifted stones, gravel, debris, and sections of the dock's roof into the air, even lifting the carriages that had been previously moving on their own, which broke apart into scattered wooden fragments due to their proximity. Though it seemed fortunate, it was actually quite ordinary that the semi-deity's original hiding spot, a shadowed area devoid of Ruin soldiers and far from the main road, remained unscathed. The lady, crowned with thorns and dressed in a black evening gown, was momentarily halted by the whirlwind, her body swaying backward involuntarily, unable to immediately rush toward the golden coffin now suspended in the air; instead, she inclined her body and turned her gaze toward a warehouse located far beyond the dock area. Then she turned back to the rose-branch demigod, who was unaffected by the tornado. "Seal!" the lady, also wearing a golden mask, raised her left hand and gently held the enemy in her field of vision. The rose-branch demigod possessed an acute spiritual intuition, constantly receiving warnings from the spiritual realm; thus, she reacted instantly, performing a "mirror-step" and leaping to a patch of broken glass some seventy to eighty meters away. At that moment, the tornado seemed to lose its sustaining force and rapidly subsided. Plinks, plinks, plinks! One after another, the objects lifted by the wind settled to the ground, including Tutankhamun's golden sarcophagus. Thud! It sank into the ground, creating a crater, and the already weakened structure within the vortex completely collapsed: the top lid of the sarcophagus was launched into the air, while the gold and jewels accompanying the inner and middle layers of coffins were scattered widely around. Then, the lower sarcophagus rolled several times, releasing a golden box and a jade jar containing dried organs. A mummy wrapped entirely in slightly yellow-brown linen strips also rolled out, its surface stained with dark, oily liquid. This was the mummy prepared after King Tutankhamun II's death—slender and pale, wearing a gold-embossed, colorful mask similar to that of the rose-priestess half-god, with two exceptionally pure black stones set in the eye sockets. As soon as the mummy appeared, the surrounding area seemed to dim slightly, and the main body of the golden sarcophagus halted, dark red liquid seeping out from within, soaking the soil around the depression. The rose-priestess half-god who held the seal of the "Theft Path" first grew angry, then remembered something, her eyes brightening with surprise. His figure suddenly vanished from the shattered glass, about to materialize onto the two black gemstone "eyes" of Tutankhamun II, then merge and take control, entering the spiritual realm with the mummy as its body! Suddenly, the mummy he sensed—visible in his spectral vision—disappeared. At the same time, the mummy of Tutankhamun II, whose golden crown tilted precariously, leapt upright, turning its black-gem-set face toward one of the lighthouses of Prizy Port. A sound unlike any human voice erupted from the ancient pharaoh's throat, and his thin, sun-bleached legs, wrapped in yellow-brown bandages, began to stride and then gallop forward! It seemed as though it were fleeing for freedom—but it had forgotten one thing: it was a corpse, and it should have remained still. Thud! Thud! Thud! The mummy of Tutankhamun II immediately began to accelerate. The lady in the evening gown, wearing a crown of thorns, raised her right hand, pointing directly at this transformed mummy. "All the dead shall rest in peace," she uttered several ancient Hermes words. Thud! The mummy of Tutankhamun II suddenly exerted powerful force with both feet, leaping upward and moving in a direction inconsistent with the stillness of the deceased—breaking free from the realm where the dead are destined to rest. The bearded, golden-eyed man pursuing the "Silent One," Maḥamš, narrowed his gaze and his ring on the finger flashed with crystalline light once more. His form then materialized directly in front of the mummy, attempting to intercept the departing spirit. Yet, Tutankhamun II changed direction again, charging past from a different angle. He continued shifting his course, seemingly moving in an irregular, purposeful pattern toward the lighthouse! Maḥamš's mind stirred, and his form suddenly vanished, reappearing on a fragment of broken glass near the mummy. From there, he successfully projected his presence onto the two black gemstones embedded in the mummy's eyes. Although the half-deity of the Ruin military forces had previously forbidden the attachment of objects, the pharaoh's mummy of the High Kingdom was not merely an ordinary item—it carried a lingering essence of spirit! Seeing her companion succeed, the half-deity of the Rose School, who mastered the "Thief's" path of sealing objects, immediately extended her left hand, gloved in black, toward the lady in a formal evening gown, palm open, then pivoted halfway. For a moment, the lady was momentarily disoriented, then tightly bound by her own gown. At the same time, the Ruin soldiers stationed on the warehouse roof, farther away, could not control their weapons,纷纷 aiming and firing. Bang! Bang! Bang! The massive steel monsters, each equipped with thick gun barrels, unleashed cannon fire directly at the lady. The Ruin military half-deity with golden eyes did not attempt to rescue her companion; instead, she turned her gaze toward the mummy of Thutmose II, now motionless due to the presence of Mahamis, and with her right hand clenched into a fist, she swung it forcefully downward: "Execute!" A flicker of joy passed through his eyes, for even a mummy could die again and still be acceptable—but not Mahams! On the other side, the bullets and cannonballs, seemingly destined to strike the lady in the formal gown, suddenly slowed down, as though sinking into a marsh composed of air, repelled by an inherent law. Above the lady’s head, the thorny crown suddenly glowed brilliantly, expending half of the accumulated "Ocean of Light." The rose-school half-god in the cloak and hooded robe instantly perceived that the distance between himself and the lady—previously not close—had vanished, fundamentally erased. In essence, he had "arrived" before her, witnessing her raise her right hand. Within that hand, pure light coalesced into a blazing lance, whose tip unfolded two pairs of white wings, gathering around it like angels. The semi-divine eyes of the Rosé School suddenly widened, hearing the footsteps of death. He tried to use a "mirror step" to leap away, but found himself blocked by the feathers of the pure white wings that now encircled him. A powerful fear surged forth, overwhelming his reason and compelling him to surrender his resistance to the source and the power. At that moment, a sharp, piercing cry suddenly rang out, and the lady in the evening gown's pupils momentarily blurred. The blazing lance she held in her right hand shifted, losing stability and disintegrating into brilliant fragments, swirling upward like a storm. Near the mummy of Tutankhamun II, the "Silent One" Mahaams had been propelled outward, dropping a soiled doll beside him. On the doll's chest, a crack had formed—nearly贯通. It rose up, its face—once featureless—now writhing with life, contorted and terrifying, emitting piercing cries that seemed to choke the golden half-deity of Roon Kingdom, who hovered motionless in the air, struggling desperately, kicking and thrashing his legs as if caught between invisible hands. It was precisely the presence of this doll that saved Mahamsh from being executed and allowed the other half-deity of the Rose School to evade the searing lance. Seeing this, the latter immediately performed a "mirror-step," moving closer to the mummified figure of Pharaoh Tutankhamun II, who remained intently gazing toward the lighthouse, preparing to seize the moment and join forces with Mahamsh to achieve their shared objective. At that instant, the lady in the evening gown once again closed the distance, materializing directly above the scene, her crown of thorns radiating the purest light. With a downward motion of her right hand, she declared: "The mystery here is fading, while reality is strengthening!" As soon as she finished speaking, the soiled doll, stained with blood, instantly lost its expression, ceasing its piercing cries. The golden-eyed Lune military half-deity finally drew a breath, forcibly pulling away the hands that had been clutching her throat in the curse. From this moment on, their half-deity powers would begin to weaken more rapidly, while attacks originating from the real world would intensify swiftly. In other words, the Lune soldiers stationed atop the warehouses and the steam war machines advancing slowly on tracks would become the decisive factors in this battle! For the Lune military, this actually amplified their own strengths to their absolute peak! Mahaams and the other Rose School half-deity reacted immediately— one sought to take possession of the mummy, the other aimed to pick up the doll without eyes, and then flee before their strength diminished too much. Of course, the Lady in the formal gown and the golden-eyed half-deity could not allow the enemy to proceed with their plans unimpeded. Yet, just as they were about to act, a streak of light surged from afar, exploding into a dreamlike cascade of colorful smoke. Immediately thereafter, the inspirations of the two demigods simultaneously stirred, and they turned their heads toward the opposite direction. A hand, wearing transparent gloves, reached out from the void near Tutankhamun II's golden sarcophagus and grasped a clump of soil soaked in deep red liquid. That liquid—composed of a mixture of Tutankhamun II's brain matter and bodily fluids—was the ritual material meant to preserve the spirit, including blood plasma. Both Mahamis and the demigod of the Rose School, who held the seal of the "Theft Path," turned toward that direction and just in time saw a figure in a formal suit and hat emerge. The figure bent down to pick up the clump of red-soaked soil, maintaining throughout the action a steady pressure on his left chest as if bowing to the several demigods, then lifted his head to reveal a face masked in gray iron, quickly fading into transparency before vanishing completely.