Above the boundless expanse of gray-white mist, Kline's figure appeared within the ancient palace. He simply glanced around and immediately noticed several differences. Most striking was the fact that the state and layout of this mysterious space were fully projected into his spirit, allowing him—even from a distance—to see the suspended gray cloud mist and the strange luminous gate hovering in midair. Aside from the palace materialized here and the gate that had always existed, there was nothing else—vast, open, and filled with high-level energies. As Kline spoke softly, he settled into a seat, raised his right hand, and gently lifted it upward. Instantly, the entire gray mist boiled, and the mysterious space it carried resonated, emitting one after another faint, somewhat dimly glowing radiance. These radiances converged, coalescing according to Klein's intent into a semi-transparent angel bearing ethereal wings, an angel of corresponding dignity and power, majestic, holy, and profoundly imposing. "There's no need for additional cards such as 'Black Emperor,' 'Autocrat,' or 'Red Priestess,' nor do I need the 'Sea God's Staff.' By myself alone, I can fully harness the power of this mysterious space, enabling the Angel of 'The Fool' to truly become a Sequence 2 Angel. Of course, this Angel cannot respond to prayers, cannot sustain itself for long—its presence is only felt during embraces and a few attacks, and it possesses some abilities from the 'Miracle' domain... Indeed, my ability to revive stems entirely from the gifts of 'The Source Fortress.' As for how many times I can revive, I still can't determine that yet. If I could obtain a Level 0 Seal Item and observe through its standing, I'd be able to see clearly. For now, I'll assume there's only one more revival—perhaps even fewer. This serves as a reminder to remain vigilant and cautious. This, truly, is the path of exceptional beings on the 'Oracle' journey. "How did the travelers come to be drawn here, reviving the very first Creator?" Klein gave a slight flick of his right hand, and the sacred, powerful angel dissolved into the air halfway. The entire "Source Citadel" settled into stillness. Then, Klein stood up and stepped directly onto the suspended gray-white cloud vapor, standing before the strange light gate composed of countless glowing spheres. The gate bore a faint hint of dark green and black; each sphere was essentially a cluster of translucent and semi-translucent worms gathered together. Gazing at the translucent "silkworm cocoons" suspended by slender black threads, Klein extended his right hand slowly toward the gate, attempting to touch it. One inch, two inches, three inches—his hand finally reached the edge of the gate, yet passed through it as though it were only a phantom. However, compared to his earlier attempts, the ethereal gate now felt noticeably more substantial, as if it were on the verge of taking on tangible form. Was this an embodiment of the very essence of the "Source Citadel"? Klein pondered for a few seconds, then turned and returned to the ancient palace. Without delay, he stepped out of the gray mist and began experimenting with the various abilities he had just acquired. "First, I need to establish a title... The range over which Sequence 3 receives prayers is a region, and the size of this region varies depending on the authority of each holder. Clearly, 'King of the Seas' belongs to the larger-scale type. Therefore, my title should also have a defined scope. 'Protector of the Poor Children of Beckett'? That sounds rather odd. 'Hmm. Others must have such a specific designation, but I might not need to. Instead, I could use 'the Beloved of the Spirit Realm and the Source Citadel.' Since only I currently belong to both of these realms, this title should be unique. Then, as long as someone resides in the same city or region as me, they can pray to me under this title." "Without being present in a single region, it's impossible. I can't simply scatter several 'spirit insects' like I'd toss the 'God of the Sea's Staff' onto the gray mist, relying on the 'Source Fortress'’s presence to trigger a global response. Although I haven't yet confirmed the relationship between the 'Dark Angel' and the ancient Sun God, this alone has alerted me to the need for caution—especially regarding my own duplicates and secret avatars. It's not enough to just divide a few; I must retain the majority of the 'spirit insects' within the 'Source Fortress' to achieve any meaningful effect. I simply don't possess that capability. He then promptly wrote down the first segment of the title: "The Beloved of the Spiritual Realm and the Source Citadel." After a moment's reflection, drawing upon his extensive experience and knowledge of divine sigil feedback, he began composing the second and third segments: "Rooted in ancient mystery; "A witness to a long history." Since Sequence 3 is not a True God and thus cannot employ the three-part description, Kline paused and added two more lines: "The Protector of Magic and Theater; "The Great Germain Spalro." While non-True Gods can indeed use the three-part structure, one of the segments must be grounded in the personhood of a True God—for instance, Kline could use "The Beloved of the Goddess of Night"—in this case, it would essentially function more like a summoning incantation than a prayer of honor, akin to that of a messenger. If the messenger is a spiritual being, then even the specific designation of which True God's beloved they are need not be specified, and thus the summoned entity often remains unaware of its identity, posing a significant risk. After careful consideration, Caine manipulated the spectral figure Enyuni and recited in ancient Hermes tongue the name he had just written. A few seconds later, Caine raised his right hand, rubbed his temple, and looked rather odd. He hadn't "heard" the prayer. "What's wrong with this name?" Caine carefully examined it again and again, gradually forming a thought. "There may be other followers of the spiritual realm and of the Source Citadel—not just me. The dogs of Fuggen should be included as well. We must add limitations." After revising it, Enyuni recited once more in ancient Hermes tongue: "Followers of the spiritual realm and of the Source Citadel; "Descendants of ancient mysteries; "Wardens of the long-standing history; "Protectors of the magic and theatrical arts of Beckland; "The great Germain Spalro. "I pray for your favor, and that you illuminate the darkness before me." As soon as Enyuni finished speaking, Caine heard the prayer—though only a few of the 'spirit insects' perceived it, which did not at all interfere with his own activities. This differs clearly from the request conveyed by the "Source Keep"—it is very precise... At the mere thought,克莱恩's "spirit insects," acting according to the pre-established rules he had set, responded. Suddenly, a blaze erupted before Enyuni's eyes, rising into the air and floating above, illuminating the entire room. Indeed... if one prays in Hermes tongue, a ritual must be enacted, symbols must be drawn... As for essential oils and herbs—having them is helpful, but not essential. Am I someone who would be pleased by such things? The symbols are composed of the scroll representing history, the complete eye symbolizing witness, and the curve embodying change... For now,克莱恩 has no intention of spreading this title widely. After all, it would signal that Germain Spalro has reached Sequence 3, thus revealing one of his key assets, and he already possesses two other identities—the "Sea God" and the "Fool"—so this new title holds little significance. Click! With a sharp snap of his fingers,克莱恩 ignited the paper bearing Germain Spalro's title on the table. "The ancient scholars still have means to generate mist and lower temperatures, but these are not core abilities... So now, I need to try summoning images from the historical fissures. Who should I look for first?" Silently murmuring to himself, Caine suddenly sighed. He then half-closed his eyes, using his divine nature to allow portions of his ethereal essence to enter the gray mist and drift through history. Following the established positions, Caine instantly arrived before a spot of light. Inside that spot was a spacious, bright room with two rows of floor-to-ceiling windows. Within, a man in a dark red coat embroidered with golden threads stood by the window, gazing toward where the sun was setting. He appeared to be in his thirties, with warm chestnut-colored wavy hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and neatly trimmed mustaches—quite handsome. Roderic Gustave. ……… The northern district, on a street, a young man with a slender face and a broad forehead, wearing single-lens spectacles, sat at a café by the roadside, holding a pen and thinking seriously. He gently pressed the spectacles between his fingers with the other hand, then finally wrote: "The spiritual realm and the followers of the Source Fortress..." The pen paused again, as though he still hadn't decided what to write next. …… In the two-bedroom rental apartment in the eastern district, Caine opened and glanced at his gold-case pocket watch. He had arranged to meet Miss Sharon and Mr. Mariach tonight at an empty house. After a moment's thought, Caine raised his right hand and gestured vaguely before him. Instantly, a key of ancient design, with a warm bronze hue, appeared in his palm. This was the all-purpose key—once instrumental in helping him defeat the spirit Steve, prevent the True Maker's arrival, and enable listeners to hear the murmurs of the "Gate Man" on moonlit nights. Now, Klein has summoned it back from the historical fissures, and it can sustain for ten minutes. "Heh, for ancient scholars, as long as they've once used an object—whether it's sold, returned, destroyed, or lost for various reasons—it's never truly lost. It simply transforms and continues to accompany them in a different form..." Looking at the "Universal Key" in his hands, Klein quietly murmured a few satisfied thoughts. With this object, if he masters the appropriate rituals, he could now speak directly to the "Gatekeeper." Folding the "Universal Key," he donned a double-breasted wool coat, donned a silk hat, took up his gilded cane, and stepped out of the room.