"Destiny!" The voice, labored and strained, faltered as both Ludewil, the "General of Hell," and Inz. Zangwiel, the "Night's Watch," momentarily dimmed at their posts, as though precisely veiled by two dark clouds. "The 'Stole-Opportunity' sigil! The sigil crafted by Kline using one of the 'Chronos' insects provided by Paris Soloyasde! To remain undetected by the '0–08,' he has orchestrated his entire strategy from behind the scenes—first lending the 'Thirsting Hunger' to Leonard Mitchell, and then entrusting the 'Stole-Opportunity' sigil to the Secret Puppet! Thus, the one who had suffered the affliction of the malevolent spirits shifts from Inz. Zangwiel to Ludewil. Instantly, the 'General of Hell' is engulfed by the figure of Theron Einhorn Medici, clad in blood-stained black armor, and the delicate network of blood vessels spreads swiftly across both of his eyes. Inside the hotel room, Crane calmly maneuvered the secret figures, showing no waver or delay in response to the impact from the spirits. Luther reached out, tore at his garments, and brought forth the pallium, placing it over his face. At the same time, having heard the "Red Angel" spirit's words, witnessed its actual form, and felt the overwhelming pressure, Dailie Simonne seemed to grasp something. Not only did she not close the "Gate of the Underworld," but she clenched her teeth and exerted every ounce of strength, widening the gap slightly. Bloodied arms without skin, smooth, slippery tentacles adorned with teeth, and dark, slender vines bearing the faces of infants emerged simultaneously from behind the "Gate of the Underworld," reaching toward Luther. This allowed the "General of Hell," who had originally intended to complete this step himself, to skip the tedious procedures altogether. Seizing the moment—while the inner realm of the Underworld remained unbroken by Soren Ainhofen Medici, and while his flesh was only decaying but had not yet fallen away—he suddenly turned and charged toward the mysterious, ethereal bronze gate. Instantly, arms, tendrils, vines, and spirits extending from the gate seized his body and legs. With a combination of active movement and unnerving tugging, he was swiftly pulled through the now-enlarged gate and into the Underworld. Dai Li immediately withdrew her hand, ceasing to sustain the bronze gate inscribed with mysterious symbols. Clang! The gate, a realm of indescribable ethereality, closed heavily, sealing both Ludewil and his inner Soren Ainhofen Medici, as well as the Underworld beings, off from the real world. This was the crucial step in Kline's plan: to separate the "Red Angel" demon from Inz Zangewell. Although he believed the "Red Angel" spirit to be an unstable factor for Insan Zangwei, he was unwilling to face, in addition to avenging a half-god, the spirit formed after the deaths of two Sequence-1 Angels—the King of Angels himself—whose actions in such a situation no one could predict. Thus, based on the extraordinary capabilities of the "Fortune-Stealer" sigil and the unique characteristics of the secret companion Luther, Klein devised a concrete plan. With Daili's involvement, the entire process flowed more smoothly and naturally, eliminating any awkward pauses or interruptions, and successfully guiding the "Red Angel" spirit into the Underworld! Thus, even if the other party manages to occupy the body of the "General of the Underworld" and relies on spiritual travel to return to the mortal realm, it will be a matter of considerable time—since exiting the Underworld requires finding a way out. As the "Goddess of Night" has already gained partial control over the artificial Death Gods and holds considerable authority within the Underworld, she will certainly not allow the "Red Angel" demon to emerge smoothly. For Kline, sacrificing one secret figure, one high-level incantation, and two magical artifacts to secure the "Red Angel" demon's withdrawal from the battlefield may be emotionally costly, but it is absolutely worthwhile. As for the "Calamity" afflicting Ins. Zangguel, it is a continuous condition rather than a temporary fate, and since it stems from a divine curse, the "Steward of Fortune" charm can only partially replace it—unable to fully erase it—and it will soon recover. Meanwhile, Ludewil benefits from the fortune granted by Enzo, the "Winner," ensuring that his actions remain unaffected during that period. Such a transformation Leonard had never anticipated, yet he had been part of the "Red Glove" for nearly a year now, having handled several extraordinary cases. At this moment, he didn't hesitate or question—instead, he immediately turned his attention to Ins. Zangwei, who still seemed dazed. Upon seeing the figure in a black clerical robe, one eye dim and lifeless, Leonard's expression suddenly twisted as if confronting a deep-seated shadow within himself. It was a shadow that, despite his best efforts, still failed to yield results—a shadow born from the moment he awoke to find both his captain and Caine already dead. As he lifted his left hand, placing the human skin glove against his temple, and gripped the "Steward of the Unseen" talisman firmly in his right hand, he spoke in a low, resonant voice: "Destiny!" Echoing through the ancient supernatural language, a transparent book began to form before the glove on Leonard's left palm, accompanied by the ethereal chant: "I come. I see. I record." A brilliant, glaring silver-white lightning surged forth, one after another, one following another, instantly engulfing Leonard. "Lightning storm!" It was as if Leonard were holding a revolver to his temple, pulling the trigger. He was committing suicide—yet at the same time, he was using the "Steward of Fate" talisman to transfer this very fate to Ines Zangewell! This was the very best way he could think of to employ both the "Steward of Fate" talisman and the "Crawling Hunger"—a feat filled with courage! Countless silver-white lightning bolts swept across, shattering the surrounding darkness, and Leonard Mitchell suddenly awoke, finding himself still standing in place, his left hand still lowered, his right hand just grasping the "Steward of Fate" talisman. All that he had done had been a dream! At that moment, in Ines Zangewell's deep-blue, nearly black eyes, a slow, undulating darkness spread—seeming to whisper, *When did you begin to believe you were awake?* In fact, even back when Soren Einhorne Medici was withdrawn from his body, he had already been crafting wide-ranging dreams, attempting to draw all his enemies into them. Yet the man with the dagger at his side remained unaffected, effortlessly breaking free and thereby shattering the entire dream, rendering it ineffective. Given the clearly evident crisis in inspiration—and the ever-present risk that the rivalry between the two "King of Angels" might soon escalate—the situation prompted no hesitation from Ines Zangewell. He immediately initiated another large-scale state of deep slumber, drawing both Dely Simonne and Leonard Mitchell into the dream. Then, he swiftly picked up the "Alsuhold Pen" and wrote on the fabric of his arm: "Ines Zangewell is in excellent condition today, fully capable of mastering his mythic creature forms. Therefore, he has decided to make no reserves and will give it his very best, to escape from here!" As the final stroke of the classical quill fell, a transformation began within Ins. Zangguel's body: his eyes instantly deepened to a black hue, as though stained with ink, and fine patterns radiated outward, weaving into an intricate, twisted, and mysterious symbol. His waist and ribs expanded, his garments swelled, and his flesh pulsed, brushing forth four arms devoid of skin, veined and intertwined with blood vessels. White feathers swiftly covered these arms, and a stillness spread outward, radiating into the surrounding air. At the same time, Ins. Zangguel's teeth lengthened one by one, sharpening, and embedded with numerous faint, miniature faces. In the blink of an eye, the Night Watchman had collapsed to the ground, now a strange creature with eight limbs and a covering of white feathers. The entire plaza seemed to have been plunged into night, and the creatures beneath the soil, the bacteria upon the floor tiles, one after another, perished and entered eternal slumber. This is the fusion of the powers of "Night" and "Death!" Watching Dailie Simon and Leonard Mitchell rapidly lose their lives while still asleep, a thunderclap roars overhead. Silver-white lightning cascades down, forming a forest of thunder that envelops the incomplete mythical being transformed by Inz. Zangguel. ——After banishing the "Red Angel" spirit, Kline makes no停留, moving mechanically backward in four precise steps as if following a pre-set command, stepping into the gray mist, re-adorning himself with the triple crown, donning the Papal robes, and taking up the "Poseidon's Staff!" This is the third act of the drama. Having expended his "0–08" and having his "Red Angel" spirit separated by the "Theft of the Divine" sigil, Inz. Zangguel will now face the wrath of the "Sea God" as a Saint of Sequence 4! Klein knew he didn't have the strength to engage a half-god in direct combat, so his consistent plan had always been—to strip away his allies from Inz. Zangweil, then, upon the gray mist, unleash the "Divine Judgment," just as he had done when fighting the half-god Qunus. Colg on the sea. Even if he couldn't manage to kill the half-god due to their overwhelming power, he would hold out until the Grand Abbot or a high-ranking steward of the Night Church arrived with the sealing artifacts! Within this plan, two elements are beyond control: first, it remains uncertain how much influence the "0–08" will ultimately exert. As a contingency, Klein has arranged for Enzo, the "winner," to establish a ritual of supplication, ready to transport the *Travels of Grozsel* from the realm of imagination into the real world—specifically to the battlefield’s edge—hoping to entice the pen away from Innsbruck-Zangewell. Klein suspects that the "0"-level sealant reached through the "audience" pathway is likely a curious observer of the special books left behind by the "Dragon of Imagination." Second, there is no benchmark against which to measure the true strength of Adam, the Son of the Creator. Klein believes it is entirely possible that this angelic king could single-handedly subdue the "0–08," imprison the red angel spirit, and even defeat Innsbruck-Zangewell. Faced with such developments, Klein has no means to alter the course—only to pray for the protection of the goddess, for divine favor, and to patiently await the outcome. Thunderous! The forest of Thunder descended, bearing a powerful sense of destruction. Pure darkness surged forth from the crevices of the lightning, swallowing up all the silver white. Immediately, Isin Zangwei's eight limbs moved swiftly, racing out from that area. Unable to identify his target or lock onto the enemy wielding the "Lightning Storm," he could only endure his frustration, moving at high speed to leave trailing shadows toward the edge of the square, toward nearby houses. Yet, amid the thunderous roars, one bolt of lightning after another struck down, firmly trapping Isin Zangwei within the square. Daili and Leonard had already woken from their dreams, but the brilliance of the lightning affected their vision, making them see Isin Zangwei as a monster, though the details remained blurred. Recognizing the mythical creature form—two with solid foundations in mystical studies—quickly grasped the situation and promptly closed their eyes, retreating to safer spots. Seeing that he couldn't escape the lightning strike at all, Ings. Zangwei immediately folded one of his "legs," holding the feather pen marked "0–08," and ran, writing on his own body as he went: "A mysterious entity drawn by the battle has shown deep sympathy for Ings. Zangwei's plight and has decided to intervene, taking him out of the spiritual realm!" PS: No monthly summary this month—will write it together once this series concludes. Early update to secure the August base ticket! The second update will be at noon, half past twelve!