As the flames flickered, Deric and the others instinctively turned their gaze toward the dark-red long table. The figure closest to them first caught their attention—dressed in simple linen robes, with long silver hair, and though the features were indistinct, Colin, Lovie, and Deric felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. In an instant, a flash of lightning struck their minds, instantly illuminating the hazy memory: "The Angel of Fate, Ulorius!" Just as the crowd's eyes widened, the figure turned and looked directly at them. A pair of calm, distant eyes immediately filled their field of vision, and several ethereal, circular rings became clearly visible. For a moment, Deric saw an additional figure appear before him—a handsome, vibrant, and energetic man in a long white robe, with short golden hair. With his arrival, the surrounding area became unusually bright and warm, as if the light itself had poured out and filled every corner instantly. Derek felt as though he had witnessed the legendary daylight, momentarily forgetting where he was and what he was supposed to do. A man stepped forward, his ethereal, blurred form overlapping with Derek's. Then, Derek sat at the long table of deep red wood, claiming one of the high-backed chairs. He had become the handsome, sunlit man who was now participating in a secret gathering. Meanwhile, Colyn, the chief of Silver City, a man with white hair and numerous old scars on his face, encountered a similarly hazy, phantom figure. The figure stood seven or eight meters tall, clad in silver armor from head to toe, with a luminous glow at the eyes—like dawn and dusk merging. He raised his long sword, holding it like a scepter against the brow of Colyn Iliad. "The Hunter of Monsters," Colyn struggled slightly, enveloped in the warm, orange light, and soon settled into calm. Together, his form and that of the giant merged, and he stepped forward, walking to the long table of deep red wood, taking the seat at the second position on the right. Lovira, the shepherdess, encountered a man dressed in a long black robe, with deep black wavy hair falling past his shoulders and eyes that seemed veiled in shadow. While his exact features remained somewhat indistinct and difficult to make out, the silver threads woven into his garments, the intricate patterns, and the elaborate accessories immediately vividly entered Lovira's mind. She trembled, lowering her head, allowing the cascading layers of ethereal black feathers that unfolded behind him to envelop her. She became the man, and took the seat at the very head of the deep crimson table. There, two elaborately carved high-backed chairs stood, and Lovira chose the one on the left. The remaining members of the Silver City exploration team experienced similar occurrences, though the figures they encountered varied. After "they" found seats on either side of the deep crimson table, the space at the head of the table deepened slightly, outlining a female form seemingly veiled in mist. Then, a voice seemed to drift through the air from ancient times, resonating in the ears of the Gatherers: “…we are redeeming ourselves, and at the same time preserving the balance of this world…” “…division and separation are undoubtedly the most fundamental forms of order…” “…this is exactly His vision…” “…it cannot be denied that each of us harbors dark thoughts and deep desires—yet this is entirely normal…” “…blood and death are inevitable; we shall call it the 'Redemption Rose'…” Previously, the "Red Angel" spirit had claimed that this was an extremely secretive organization founded by angels corrupted by pollution. Now it appears that was not the case... At the time he made that statement, it was likely either Soren or Einhorn, who actually knew little about the "Salvation Rose." Underneath, Caine murmured a few thoughts to himself, then returned his gaze to the members of the Silver City, who moved like puppets—repeating the motions of approaching, sitting down, listening, and then retreating. — Once the torches around the hall began to light up, Caine had already detected the anomaly through his "True Vision." He saw the murals on the walls come to life, rapidly expanding and merging with the hall itself, warming once again the long table, chairs, and floor tiles that had remained cold for thousands of years. The figures who had once gathered here in secret now transcended the barriers of time, reappearing in fixed positions, and the words spoken in antiquity now reached the present day. Among these figures, many were familiar to Caine. Among them, the first figure he noticed was Ulric, the Angel of Fate. This angelic king, who still belongs to the "Red Rose of Redemption," is the most spiritually alive among all the ethereal figures. Given the recurring nature of the scenes, Caine initially suspected that Ulric, the "One Who Devours the Tail," was the one who had painted the murals, leaving behind traces of his presence. "In the earlier temple ruins, there are murals left by Him. In certain sites of the divine war relics, there are also murals attributed to Him. And within the 'Hall of the Giants,' similar murals and similar energies—could it truly be anyone else? How deeply does this angelic king love murals? It seems as though wherever He goes, He paints wherever He goes." Caine couldn't help but mentally chide Ulric. The second figure he noticed sat beside Ulric, clad in black armor streaked with blood, and had bright, fiery red hair that shone like flame—young, handsome, and striking. This figure caught Klein's attention because he had seen him in a dream. Moreover, "it" was the most imposing in posture among all the figures—leaning back so far that it pressed against the chair back, and placing both feet squarely on the dark red long table, completely unconcerned that all around were equally high-ranking dignitaries. "The Red Angel," Medici! Were these the Angels' Kings attending the secret gatherings? Who else could there be...? In a flash of thought, Klein decided to first rescue the people of the Silver City from their never-ending cycle of fate. He had extensive experience in this matter. "Yes, the hall itself serves as the medium for the cycle. However, there's no need to destroy it—merely to briefly interrupt the cycle, and the evening light from outside will seep in, dispelling the anomalies... They are part of the divine realm itself, in terms of dignity, no less than, if not superior, to Ulloirus's remaining power..." Klein observed for a few seconds and quickly formed his judgment. After casting a divination with the gold coins, he immediately extended his spiritual presence toward the deep red star symbolizing the "Sun." Derek Berg's ethereal form then broke through the cycle of fate, creating an invisible gap. The warm, orange-hued twilight light from outside poured through the high windows, flooding the entire hall. Before the young "Sun" could comprehend his own condition, fearing being locked by the "true Creator," Caine promptly sent him back to the real world. Derek regained consciousness and found himself seated at the side of the deep red long table, unaware of the time that had passed. He raised his head with a slightly bewildered expression, seeing the chief, the elder Loviya, Heinm, Antilna, and others, many of whom also bore traces of uncertainty. Reflecting on what had just occurred, Derek became more alert and carefully began: "The cycle of fate..." "Indeed," Colin Iliat, who had experienced something similar, nodded gently and stood up. He glanced around, his gaze settling on the nearest and largest mural. The mural depicted this very hall—complete with the same stone columns and torches, the deep-red long tables, the intricately carved high-back chairs, and the arrangement of furnishings. On those high-back chairs sat eleven figures: two at the head, five on the left, and four on the right. The people of Silver City turned their attention to the chief, their eyes absorbing the details accordingly. On the left, in sequence, are a graceful silver-haired man, a red-haired man seated with an imposing posture, an elder draped in a hood, revealing only his mouth, wrinkles, and beard, a dignified middle-aged man in black armor, and a handsome man dressed in a white robe. On the right are four mummified figures wrapped in strips of cloth, dressed in deep black robes, with features resembling middle-aged or elderly men from the Southern Continent, a towering giant clad in silver full armor, and a plump, graceful, serene lady. Sitting in the two high-backed chairs at the very top are a man with black wavy hair and shadowed eyes, and a woman veiled in mist. At this moment, one of the "Guardians" raises his right hand, pointing to the sun-kissed, handsome man in the white robe and says: "His form is composed of a mysterious symbol, which signifies: 'Pure white angel, Osecus...'". As the Guardian speaks, he suddenly emits a piercing cry, and golden flames surge forth from within his body. He instantly turned into a charred corpse, as if touching him would turn him to ash, leaving neither "Beast-Slayer" Colin nor "Shepherd" Lovira enough time to save him. "Don't try to decipher those symbols—they themselves possess an immense power," Colin urgently reminded, his voice steady. Meanwhile, on the gray mist, Caine was thinking of something else: "'Pure White Angel' Osecus—is that indeed the true name of 'Eternal Radiant Sun'?" "If the power of the 'Kingdom of the Giants' hadn't been actively shielding us, merely uttering this name in the Giants' language would have drawn divine attention and summoned divine retribution," he mused. As his thoughts flowed, "Beast-Slayer" Colin drove his two swords into the ground, creating an invisible barrier. Then, as the chief of Silver City, he stepped forward to interpret the symbols and insignias that composed the figures. He began slowly and firmly, from the last position on the left: "Angel of Fate, Ulloirus..." "Angel of War, Medici..." "Angel of Wisdom, Herabergen..." As he reached this name, the invisible barrier between them trembled and paused—because for the people of Silver City, this name was no stranger. It was, in fact, the true name of the "Dragon of Wisdom!" Could it be that the Dragon of Wisdom had later become the Angel of Wisdom serving beside the Lord? Such questions arose in everyone's minds. Yet Klein noticed something odd: The historical records of Silver City mention the name Herabergen. In daily life, however, they use the Giant tongue—the language that draws upon and commands the natural forces around them. Therefore, over these past few thousand years, surely someone in Silver City must have spoken or written the name Herabergen. Yet the God of Knowledge and Wisdom has remained silent. The Church of Knowledge still cannot find the abandoned sanctuary. At this moment, Colin Iliad composed himself and continued: "Wind Angel, Leodros... Pure White Angel, Osecus... Dark Angel, Sasriel... Night Goddess, Amannexis... War God, Baderhel... Earth Mother Goddess, Omibela... God of the Dead, Salinger... God of Spirits, Torgznar..." Although Kline had anticipated this to some extent, he still found himself momentarily stunned. The once-renowned "Rose of Redemption" was truly astonishing in its strength! Among the current seven deities, six are its members, and it also includes the God of Death, the God of Spirits, and the three Kings of the Angels.