The area of the lower lip, Street 13 of the Incisors. Ulika, a stout man with a deep brown complexion and small eyes, sat on the sofa, wrapping nearly ten varieties of native herbs and spices from the Southern Continent layer by layer in dried, golden-brown tobacco leaves, then cutting them into long strips. Holding the self-made "Eastern Baylan cigarette" in his hand, he brought it close to a match he had lit nearby, watching the tip gradually darken and curl, turning a bright red. He bit down on the end, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled a pale, slightly blue-tinged smoke. Satisfied, he addressed the guest seated on the single sofa beside him: "That's what true cigarettes should be like. 'Cigarettes' from the Northern Continent are only good for children!" The guest on the single sofa was a man in his forties, with a high, straight nose, eyes of a near-blue hue, softer facial features, thick, slightly wavy black hair, and a complexion that was neither particularly dark nor pale—clearly of mixed heritage, part Ruin and part Baylan. He chuckled and replied in Dutanese: "Unfortunately, I'm not particularly interested in any kind of cigarette." "Enzo, you simply don't appreciate life..." Ulrika's words fell short, as the profound spiritual essence inherent in her own being suddenly stirred a sense of imminent danger. The sensation came so abruptly and urgently that Ulrika instantly judged the matter to be serious. Before she could even move from her original position, darkness enveloped her vision, as though she had directly witnessed the deep night outside, a strong urge to sleep taking hold, and a deep, inner sense of peace washing over her. Throughout the entire sharp-tooth street—whether houses were lit or dark—every single one became unusually quiet, as if no living beings resided within them, or as though all had fallen into deep sleep at the exact same moment. At that very instant, Ulrika, who had just begun to snore and had her body leaning and collapsing, suddenly leapt upright, her eyes simultaneously blurred and clear, a strange coexistence of confusion and clarity. Behind him, a small girl with a pallor nearly ethereal had silently adhered himself—her eyes rimmed with blue, her lips deep black, her gaze幽ly fixed on the side, her pale, translucent limbs penetrating into Ulika’s body as though she were an inescapable spirit. Her presence brought a coldness emanating from the spiritual realm, enabling Ulika to barely resist the abnormal drowsiness and forcibly break free from the influence of the "nightmare." Before Ulika had fully regained consciousness, her instinct drove her toward the stairway, where she extended her palms and pushed forward, as if pushing against a door that did not exist. In an instant, a grand bronze door, adorned with mysterious patterns that could not be precisely described, appeared before Ulika, swaying and creaking, then parting slightly. Within the crack lay an endless darkness, dotted with countless eyes of indescribable forms, all gazing outward. At the same time, a vast number of strange, pulsating entities—still indistinct—were surging forward through the crevice. As Ulikha prepared to exert herself further, actively opening the door to let the terrifying world beyond descend upon the street of sharp teeth, she suddenly saw a pair of translucent, pale hands materialize out of nowhere, piercing the profound darkness and pressing firmly against the inner edge of the door seam. These hands had no origin, no bodily connection—bloodied at the wrists, as though severed by some unseen force! With both sides now applying pressure, the mysterious bronze door remained suspended, neither closing nor opening further. Above House No. 13, the "spirit wizard" Sostor stood half-floating, half-levitated, his hands cradling a golden crown, slowly raising it toward the sky. When the golden crown finally surpassed the height of Sostor’s head, a brilliant radiance surged forth, swiftly outlining and gathering into a single, concentrated beam. Suddenly, it seemed as though a sun had leapt forth from the void above, pouring out its light and heat toward the house at 13 Sharp Teeth Street. The light and warmth passed through the building unharmed, landing upon the bronze gate and enveloping Ulika who stood before it. Ulika's expression instantly turned agonized; the pale, translucent girl behind him gave a sharp, piercing cry, only for it to be drowned out and overwhelmed by the radiance. She twisted, evaporated swiftly, and black vapors seeped out, dissolving into the ocean of light. There was not a single dark spot within the house anymore. When the sunlight faded, the bronze gate vanished entirely, and upon the ground lay a corpse of a dark, swollen, slightly yellow-tinged appearance. With a crisp crack, the body split open, and a slender figure emerged from within. This figure bore the same facial features as Ulikka, yet his skin was a deep, ink-stained black, and he stood only one meter twenty-three tall, with a thick, viscous pus oozing from his body. As soon as he emerged, he surged dramatically toward the stairwell, plunged into the basement, activated the prearranged secret passage, and burst forward in a wild rush. In just a matter of ten to twelve seconds, the shrunken, blackened version of Ulikka spotted the exit and saw hope. He did not slacken his efforts. With a gentle grasp of his right hand, several to eight translucent, ethereal figures emerged from within him. These forms were strange, resembling distorted hybrids combining human, plant, or certain animal traits—some of them dragging at his arms, others lifting his legs, as if to carry him into a wild, uncontrolled flight. Immediately afterward, the control buttons sank deeply into place, the gears creaked into motion, and the exit door swung open, revealing a quiet, dark stretch of the street beyond. Ahead lie winding roads that can be viewed from below, the houses flanking them, and the sea shimmering with the glow of red moonlight. As Ulikka was about to emerge from the secret passage, aided by the spirit, and blend into another part of Gularin City, her eyes suddenly reflected a lake veiled in mist. The lake's surface rippled gently, possessing a serene beauty; concentric ripples spread from its center, and slowly, a graceful, ethereal figure rose to the surface. This was a powerful spirit, often known in human legends as the "Goddess of the Lake!" — The strength of a Death Spirit Guide often hinges on the specific spirits of the dead and natural elements they can summon and command, a trait equally true for a Spirit Witch, though the Death Spirit Guide tends to focus more on the spirits of the deceased, while the Spirit Witch excels in commanding natural spirits. At that moment, the transparent, strange figures surrounding Ulyka began emitting startled, monotonous sounds, dropping the arms and legs they had been holding or lifting, and rushing like the wind into the slender, dark form. With a thud, Ulyka landed on the ground, yet felt no pain—instead, a powerful drowsiness surged upon him, coming in waves, carrying him gently into sleep. "Are you not a poet? Then why can't you write a poem?" Daili replied with impatience. ........ On the other side of the street, along a moderately steep cliff face, a figure grasped outcroppings and swiftly descended, landing in the shadowed corner of Babal Street. He had a lighter complexion, blue-gray eyes, and dark, thick hair slightly wavy—exactly the man who had recently been hosted at Ulica's home at the 13th street in the area of the sharp teeth on the lower lip. Enzo was not a member of the "Spirit Order." He had been one of those who had defected from the School of Life, initially swayed by the teachings of the Rose School. Moreover, he did not belong to the exceptional individuals who became vampires through the "Herbalist" path, nor did he revere the "Primordial Moon." He simply wanted to free himself from the ever-growing rules established by his teachers and their teachers, and to live a life of his own choosing, fully embracing his natural advantage as a "winner." This mindset made him deeply resonate with the ideals of the Rosy Order's indulgent faction, and soon he formally joined them, fully indulging in all his desires. This time, he came on behalf of the Rosy Order to establish contact with the Spiritual Monastic Order, discussing potential areas of collaboration—yet he hadn't anticipated that "the Black Dead," Ulrika, had unexpectedly faced a high-level assault by the Night Church! "Good thing I'm skilled at countering divination. The Night Church's staff were unaware of my presence at Ulrika, so they didn't prioritize me and treated me as one of Ulrika's subordinates, which gave me the opportunity to break free from the central zone. Moreover, that 'sunlight' primarily purifies entities with death, evil, or impurity—my exposure wasn't severe... it must have been an attack of semi-divine strength." Enzo walked along the shadows beside the street, finding it hard to suppress the memories of what had just unfolded. After escaping for a considerable distance, he turned around to look back and found no one pursuing him, instantly exhaling a long breath of relief and exclaiming, "A winner is always a winner!" Enzo regained his usual confidence, smiled, and continued walking to a certain point on the street, then turned left and descended the staircase quickly. It was a steep, lengthy staircase connecting several levels of the road. ………… Near Spicewood Street, Sostre suddenly opened his eyes and said to Leonard and Daili Simonis, "There was a man named Enzo at Ulikha's house earlier. He's a member of the Rose School, with a high sequence—his position should be quite important. "You two search the surroundings quickly and see if you can locate him. Make every effort to capture him and ensure there are no loose ends." "As for the other 'Red Glove' operatives and the local 'Night Watch' assistants, either they're already capturing the remaining Ling Church personnel or have been taken into custody while asleep, aiming to secure firsthand intelligence as soon as possible. The rest are on standby, guarding against unforeseen developments and protecting their comrades. 'Yes, Captain Sostre,' Leonard agreed without hesitation. Daili brushed her hand through the wind, brought it to her ear, and listened for a few seconds. 'The smaller members nearby reported that indeed, some have managed to escape from the cliffside.'