The road that solidified at dusk seemed incapable of bearing anything at all; yet, after both Amun and Cline landed upon it, they neither continued to fall nor sank through—it felt as though they were walking upon the earth. This time, Amun did not steal distance. Instead, he carried Cline step by step toward the magnificent projection of the "Kingdom of the Giants," occasionally glancing left and right, admiring the breathtaking scenery. Strolling across the cloud sea, stepping on the golden bridge of dusk, and gazing at the mythical palace should have been a source of joy and mental ease. Yet Cline felt as though he were gradually descending into a "depth," the deeper he struggled, the more he sank. Once within the "Land Forgotten by the Gods," many of the things he relied upon ceased to function. Not long after, Amun and Cline reached the projection of the "Kingdom of the Giants" and stood before the tallest of the buildings. This building features a spire on one side and a circular tower on the other. The main entrance stretches over ten meters, dominated by a gray-blue hue, adorned with symmetrically arranged symbols, emblems, and patterns—exactly the dwelling of the Giant King, the resting place of the "Dark Angel" Salsir. Kline glanced at the dark aperture on the left side of the doorframe, estimating that the door in his dream could be opened without a key, otherwise the earlier followers of the "True Creator" would have been unable to pass through, since at that time, the correct key was housed within the chamber of the "One of the Ice Mountain." "Once we push open this door, we'll enter the 'Land Abandoned by the Gods,' though we're certain to be observed," Amun smiled, taking a few steps diagonally to the edge of the great door. "Instead, let's simply walk past it without opening it." As he spoke, the "Time Angel" raised his hand to adjust his single pair of glasses. At the corner of the gray-blue main door, a translucent, ethereal blue portal materialized, seemingly weightless and intangible. "The opening of a 'journeyman's' capability is quite basic, yet perfectly suited here." Amun set down his right hand and offered the remark with satisfaction. He then took a few steps and passed through the ethereal gate. Hmm, no useless extraordinary abilities—only useless extraordinary beings... If one simply pushed open the door, they would be noticed. By whom? "The True Creator"? His sanctuary, His divine realm—shouldn't they be located somewhere in the 'Land Abandoned by God'? If only I could summon Him and bring Him into conflict with Amun, perhaps I might then find a way to escape. Clary could not help but follow Amun closely, stepping through the slightly blurred azure gate. As soon as he passed through, he felt dizzy, as though the very essence of his spirit had been torn. When the disturbance subsided and his condition stabilized, Clary found himself on a beach bathed in the golden light of dusk. The sand and gravel here are all black. Deep blue waves roll in from afar, crashing gently against the edges—yet they emit no sound befitting tides. They are silent, as though performing a grand illusion. This sea is unreal... you arrive here, but when you leave, you likely won't. By principle of reciprocity, if you wish to depart, you must open the giant king's residence where the sleeping "Dark Angel" Sasriel rests? Kline hesitated, passively turning his head toward another direction—there stood a mountain bathed in twilight, its surface adorned with countless palaces, towering spires, and layered, majestic walls. This is the mythical "Hall of the Giant Kings." Even if the Silver City finds a path to the seashore, it would still hold little significance. Kline noticed, with a glance to the side, that Amun had transformed into a new form. He donned a black classical robe and wore a matching soft hat with a pointed crown, transforming from a gentleman of the present age into an ancient mage hailing from the Fourth, or even the Third, Age. Cain's mind stirred, and with a seemingly casual gaze toward the distant "Kingdom of the Giants," he said, "The palace of the King of the Giants is where the 'Dark Angel' Sathelir rests in slumber." Amon stood beside him, facing the same direction, his expression unchanged as he replied, "I know. I've visited the Kingdom of the Giants, and I've also toured the tombs of the parents of Aulmir." Indeed... Cain's long-held speculation had finally been confirmed. He paused and added, "What are you seeking answers about?" "You may guess," Amon said, still gazing toward the "Kingdom of the Giants," and smiled. If I had any clear thoughts, I wouldn't have to ask you... Cain mused for a few seconds, then said, "Something about the secrets of the First Age?" "Something like that," Amon replied, with little concern. …Klein hesitated, then said, "Do you not find it curious about the condition of 'The Dark Angel' Sathelir?" "I do," Amun replied, not shifting his gaze, with a smile. "But compared to me, many others are far more interested. My obsessive brother, 'The Hangman,' the Dragon of Betrayal, and the Night, the Storm, the Pure White—well, I simply want to see who will first lose their patience. Hah! If they manage to steal everything from within at a crucial moment, I'm certain their expressions will be quite entertaining." Amon now held a semi-transparent "Chrono-creature" with twelve segments, gazing warmly into Caine's eyes with a touch of anticipation. "Since we've arrived in the 'Land Forgotten by the Gods,' external disturbances should no longer be a concern. I'd like to give you an opportunity: until you reach your true destination, I will not 'infect' you. You may try every means you can think of to escape, and I will do my utmost to prevent it. Good luck—don't let me down." Because King George III suddenly revealed his intentions, no nobles or members of Parliament were permitted to return to their homes but were instead gathered here, under the close protection of the three churches and the military. Audrey, dressed in a pure black gown, stood quietly behind the balustrade on the second floor, gazing down below. Given how sudden and unanticipated the events had been, despite having received some advance notice from "the world" Germain Sparo, she still felt an overwhelming sense of unreality, as though everything were especially surreal. She seemed detached from reality, watching a theatrical performance: her father, her brother, and the other nobles and members of parliament gathered in various small rooms, occasionally stepping out, carrying the scent of smoke and dressed in their gentlemanly attire, hurrying toward other groups of discussion; the lady guests had settled in the lounge, most still dazed, their eyes glazed and their bodies slightly trembling; staff from the parliament and mid-level military officers moved constantly between the interior and exterior, relaying intelligence gathered from different locations; a soldier in a red coat and white trousers entered from outside, delivering a stack of papers to the officer in charge of the hall. The officer glanced at them briefly, then immediately summoned his deputy, pointing toward the small room where the Earl of Hall and others were gathered. The deputy asked no questions, took the documents, and dashed off toward his destination. All of this unfolded in an exceptionally quiet setting, with only the soft sounds of footsteps and faint, murmuring voices echoing throughout—much like a realistic, grand oil painting. The elaborate arrangements, deep hues, dim lighting, and the expressions on everyone's faces combined to create an atmosphere of profound tension and restraint. Audrey gently pressed her lips together, gazing silently, her mood remaining low throughout, held steady only by a steady effort of composure. "Why is the 'World' Sir targeting the King...? The King's death will inevitably spark deep resentment. Regardless of how many sequences the King may have—since he has never demonstrated any—this does not diminish the overall strength of the kingdom. Yet, such an event clearly indicates one thing: the three great churches, the royal house, and the military have begun to fracture, with serious internal conflicts emerging. Rune's situation ahead will be extremely perilous; its adversaries will certainly seize this opportunity." As Odile's thoughts flowed, she noticed a man in a dark wool coat entering the building where the parliament was held. He lowered his voice and began conversing with the officer in charge of the hall. As a seasoned observer skilled at detecting subtle facial expressions and body language, sign language was undoubtedly Odile's strength. While gazing, she immediately interpreted the conversation: "Intis has gathered substantial forces at the border dispute in the Honaquis Mountains as an excuse." Audrey bit her lip, and that familiar sense of detachment returned, as if watching a novel's plot unfold in real time. ........ The gray sky seemed even heavier now. In the house where the Moretti family lived, no one had spoken for a long time. Bensen stood solemnly behind the rounded window, gazing at the pedestrians passing by, lost in thought. Melissa sat on the sofa by the coffee table, her head bowed, studying her simple machines as though she had turned into a statue. "Well, things are even more chaotic," Bensen exhaled, running a hand through his hair, then turned to offer a weak smile. "No matter what, Beckland will surely be safer than most places." Melissa didn’t look up, her voice carrying a faint, ethereal quality as she said: “Klein found a good job, and our life gradually improved—only for an unexpected event to take him away...” “We moved out of Tingen, you secured the government position you’d always dreamed of, and I enrolled in university, beginning to move steadily in the right direction—only for the war to break out...” “We struggled to adapt to this new environment, praying the war would end soon—only for the king to be killed...” Pausing here, Melissa slowly lifted her head, meeting her brother’s gaze with a look of growing bewilderment: “Benson, is it really that difficult to achieve and maintain a life just a little better than before?”