As she passed through the ethereal gate, Trist stood still and gradually faded from sight, leaping directly from the cliff face at the entrance into the dark, bottomless valley where the secret tomb of the "Emperor of Blood," Tord, was hidden. During her descent, her body felt as light as a feather, having lost most of its weight, yet her speed remained steady and unyielding. None of the remaining guards noticed her entry. Just as she approached her destination, a voice suddenly resonated in her ears: "No concealment is permitted here." Instantly, her form emerged, unmistakable and unyielding, and above the majestic tomb at the valley's depths, a man appeared—unseen until then. He had a slightly elongated face, wearing a white hairband, with two curved, upward-curving whiskers along his upper lip, thick, dark eyebrows, and large, expressive eyes. He wore a formal suit, draped in a long cloak, with exceptionally long shoe points, his appearance out of step with the times—precisely the semi-divine supporter of George III, Prince Groves. As the third-tier "Hunter of Chaos," a thorny crown adorned his head, into which pure light continuously flowed, weaving together to form an "ocean." The seal: "0–36." ……… At the lower reaches of the Tassok River, as Caine had just brought the secret figure Chounas and Enyuni through the ethereal gate, a vivid image suddenly emerged in his mind: Before him stood a tall, dark church with a pointed spire, its broad doors open, revealing men in trousers, gentlemen adjusting their top hats, young women with lace-edged sleeves, and ladies with lace patterns forming floral motifs—each of them suspended in mid-air, motionless. "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" Black crows circled the church's spire, emitting cries that sent shivers through the heart. With no other thoughts, Caine felt as though he had plunged into a fissure in an ice-lake, his body chilled to the bone, his hair standing on end. A multitude of thoughts surged within him, all converging on a single name: Chalatu! In an instant, his instinct led him to make a decision—swap positions with the external secret figures and directly break free from the current "church." Clearly, he had encountered a miracle: after passing through that phantom door, he had not reached George III's secret mausoleum, but instead found himself in an unfamiliar place. The very next moment, he noticed that the "spirit threads" connecting him to the external secret figures severed, rising swiftly upward, drifting toward the dark interior of the church. Had it not been for his intuitive sense of impending danger, transcending his own level of awareness and anticipating the threat in advance, he would have been completely helpless, now suspended and absorbed into the ranks of the secret figures. He didn’t have time to think further. Caine swiftly manipulated the "lines of spirit," drawing them all back and connecting them to himself, forming one after another "circles." This temporarily lifted him from crisis, yet in that very instant, he lost both his secret doubles—Chunus and Enyuni. Their necks suddenly tightened, lifted by an invisible hand, and suspended inside the spire of the chapel. Along with the other bodies, they swayed gently with the wind, emitting voices different in tone but speaking the same words: "Welcome back..." "These bills have already passed the Upper House—yet there's no need to tell the people about them during the speeches... The King seems only emphasizing that he will inevitably follow this course." Audrey was puzzled, but couldn't find an explanation that convinced her. Throughout this process, King George III's thoughts could not help but expand and unfold, as though torn apart: "Chalatu of the Order of the Silent Monks had directly reached out to me, seeking to offer assistance... He claimed that from the cases of the Kaping incident, the attack on the 'Sick Girl,' the murder of the mad captain, and the disappearance of Kornas Colg, he had discerned certain thoughts and intentions of Gorman Sparrow. His divinatory insights had led him to believe that collaboration with me was essential—specifically, that I would guard a tomb, awaiting Gorman Sparrow to actively approach him, driven by his own purposes and extraordinary nature, and thus fulfill the convergence of the laws of nature. He emphasized that the most crucial quality for overcoming a qualified 'seer' on the path to becoming a half-god was patience and steadfastness. Indeed, a true charlatan! He also brought with him the 'Divine Misfortune,' Seara. I used my own abilities to enter into a binding covenant with them. With the several assistants I summoned from the Order of the Dusk Hermits, and with Grove and his team, who hold the "Ah!" "Ah!" In the dark, echoing world of crows, the bodies suspended within the black-tipped church above the main entrance fell simultaneously, passing over the entrance. Their gaze was all fixed upon Klein outside. One figure, slowly and steadily, began to take shape in midair. Klein did not pause to see what it was—maintaining his special state of "spiritual thread," he quickly snapped his fingers. Crack! A crimson flame surged from within his briefcase, instantly engulfing him. The flame swiftly extinguished, yet Klein remained in place, unable to leap forward. He showed no sign of dismay. Immediately, he activated his "craving motion," attempting to "teleport." Klein became transparent, then reappeared—still in the same spot. As if mysteriously linked, his starting point and destination had become one. At that moment, the figure in the air had taken on a clear form—dressed in elaborate garments, with wavy chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. He was none other than Roxel Gustave from the Age of the Emperor. From above, he gazed down at Caine, and countless ethereal symbols appeared in his eyes. Instantly, Caine's mind swelled with a flood of knowledge—much of it, he had no idea whether it would prove useful. For a brief instant, he felt as though his head were about to burst, his other thoughts completely overwhelmed, so much so that he could not even move his fingers. By instinct, Caine distributed this knowledge among hundreds of "spirit insects." This restored his ability to command his body, and with his right hand, he swiftly reached forward. His arm suddenly grew heavy, then snapped back—just as the secret figures passed through the church doors, launched their attack, and began to take shape anew in the air, a silvery, scaleless tail was drawn out behind him. As Caine released his right hand, a great serpent appeared within this dim realm. Its eyes were bright red and cold, its body adorned with countless wheels composed of patterns and symbols, each differing in detail. "The Serpent of Fate!" This was not a creature summoned by Caine from the historical fissures, but rather one directly manifested by Will. Aunseitin, using the "Reenactment of Yesterday" sigil, drawing power from the thousand cranes consumed in the process. —Caine had previously used the "Flame Leap" maneuver, which served as a means to seek assistance from the Serpent of Fate. He had deliberately grasped the serpent briefly to create a façade, thus preventing the opposing angels from detecting its precise location and thereby safeguarding the Allen family from imminent danger. —This was precisely the same situation Caine had faced when dealing with Amun's duplicate, when he lacked certainty about eliminating the trail, and thus had consulted Will in advance on how to handle such scenarios. Fortunately, Will. Aunseitin's mental presence indicated that the essence of the recent "summoning" had not been detected. At that moment, the great river of mercury coiled itself, opening its mouth to bite its own tail, transforming into a mysterious and grand wheel. In the upper air, on either side of the projection of Roscel, two new figures appeared—one being William Augustus I, the Sequence 1 "Hand of Order," currently engaged in fierce combat with the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette, while the other was composed entirely of pure light, with a pair of radiant wings sprouting from behind, clearly bearing the unmistakable aura of an angel. Suddenly, these two newly manifested angelic projections swiftly vanished, and the secret figures that had been attacking and controlling Kleinne retreated rapidly back into the church, rehanging themselves within. Chounas and Enyuni stepped forward one after another, joining Kleinne, and together they retreated through the ethereal gate, leaving the world resonant with the sound of crows, arriving at the lower reaches of the Tassok River. "The Serpent of Fate," "Rebooted!" The figure of the scaleless giant serpent vanished, and without hesitation, Caine activated his "Teleportation," weaving through countless spirits, arriving at the outer edge of another hidden tomb, where he used the remaining drops of blood to inscribe symbols and open the portal of illusion. This time, he stepped inside, witnessing the solemn, deep-black tomb, and then summoned his "Sea God's Staff," unleashing successive thunderstorms that shattered the targets. Afterward, Caine turned and departed, leaving the scene. Everything unfolded so smoothly, as if it had been a dream. Indeed, a dream. Caine, who always remained awake within his dreams, found himself immediately upon entering the ruins housing the secret tomb, already immersed in a reality woven by others.