In an instant, Amen had already seen the gray-white mist, and the ancient, majestic palace above. All that remained was for Him to extend His hand, pass through the final barrier, and make tangible contact with "the Source Citadel"—to enter it directly and, in essence, seize it. Yet at that very moment, a massive, vividly green-and-black hand suddenly appeared above Amen's ethereal form, blocking His path into the "Source Citadel." Without thinking, Amen turned his head, following the hand's direction, and saw the once-great one-eyed giant—now long dead, his body rotting and oozing pus. Known as the "God of Honor," Bradel, his exaggerated eyes still lifeless, continuously emitted a gray-yellow curse mist from within His body. But unlike before, black, nearly translucent tubes now rose from His back, stretching out into the infinite distance, seemingly connecting to some distant point. Thud! The towering, emerald-black giant instantly coalesced a great sword composed of golden-orange twilight light, grasping it single-handedly and wielding it with a powerful strike toward the body of Amun standing at the edge of the deep, profound chasm. This young prince of the Giant King, who had died under the curse and wandered unconscious for thousands of years, suddenly unleashed an unimaginable strength. The "Sword of Twilight" pierced through the void, leaping directly to the spot where Amun stood, tearing through everything around it and transforming into a storm capable of annihilating the entire wilderness. Amun remained motionless, standing firm, untouched by the fierce, orange-bladed storm that raged around him. It seemed as though Amun had once again exploited some "error" inherent in this world. Yet, now in this state, Amun could no longer transmit his murmurs into Caine's mind, allowing Caine at last to find a measure of peace. Klein didn't attend to his own rapidly deteriorating state. Amid the clear, tangible, layered prayers surrounding him, he regained a measure of clarity and immediately focused his thoughts, resonating with the deep red silhouette at the "Fool" position above the gray mist, reestablishing connection. He chose without hesitation to return to "The Source Keep!" At that moment, Amun, attempting to penetrate the ethereal form above the mist, was still being blocked by the dark, jade-like hands of the god of Honor, Bradel, and could not break through the immense barrier at once. The angelic king, wearing crystal spectacles, opened his mouth simultaneously with his physical and spiritual forms, uttering a single word: "Night." Indeed, this aid came from the goddess of Night—but not without purpose! Though Klein had little confidence in it, he had always kept this as one of his reserve cards, believing it would only take effect under the most desperate circumstances, serving as a slender ray of hope when all else failed. Only after truly entering the realm abandoned by the gods and gaining an independent space for thoughtful reflection did he begin actively seeking available "resources." Then, he recalled something: the incident of the former Chief of the Silver City! This "Huntress of Monsters" had attempted to transition into the Sequence 3 path of the "Death God"—the role of the "Bridger"—but encountered a transformation, becoming a monster within the mausoleum she herself had built. This transformation was linked to an array of ethereal black tubes. The same phenomenon had been observed by Caine at the artificial Death Gods created by the Spiritual Order. Therefore, it is likely that the transformation of the former Chief of the Silver City was connected to the artificial Death Gods. This indirectly suggests that, for reasons yet unclear, the artificial Death Gods—though initially created—have the capacity to influence the abandoned realm, alongside the "True Producers of Reality." Thus, the current artificial Death Gods can now be considered equivalent to the "Goddess of Night." Based on this reasoning, Klein suspected that the goddess could exert only a more limited influence over certain aspects of the god-forgotten lands through the "Death God" pathway of uniqueness. Furthermore, in the case of the former chief of Silver City, only three individuals had direct involvement: the current chief, Colin Iliat; the semi-divine elder, Wyt Hilmon; and the "Shepherd" elder, Loviya. All three were either fourth-tier saints or key devotees of the "True Maker," making it unlikely that Amun's "infection" went unnoticed. As for Deryck Berg, the only one to receive feedback afterward, he was under the watchful gaze of the "Fool" and thus not a target of Amun's "infection." In other words, the critical point—that the former chief's transformation involved the black ethereal tubes—remained unknown to Amun. Thus, even if He could discern from his grasp of external circumstances that the "Goddess of Night" had secured the "Death God" path's uniqueness, prompting a strong reaction from the "God of War," He remained unaware of how this might introduce a certain degree of change to the God-Abandoned Lands. With this awareness, Klein did not hold much confidence and deliberately took several actions: In the city-state devoted to the Immortal Bird, he left the residual "Death God" path extraordinary traits intact, hoping to serve as a clear marker; after summoning the historical aperture image of Chalatou, he did not immediately commit suicide—partly out of fear that Amun might still have the capacity to intervene and thus delay his other preparations, and partly to inform the "Goddess of Night" of the specific developments by projecting the image of her hidden servant, Arianna. After completing these two actions, Klein had no clear sense of the ultimate outcome, and instead focused his attention primarily on the fact that Amun's duplicate had already been replaced by his true self. Upon arriving at their final destination and seeing the lingering angel's corpse, Kline's mind stirred only to be diverted by Amun's explanation, and it wasn't until then that he realized the goddess had already, through the "uniqueness" of the "Death God" pathway, initially secured the young prince of the cursed giant king—who had died several thousand years ago—and was patiently awaiting the right moment. The hidden powers scattered across the lands forsaken by the gods had effectively concealed the ethereal black tubes. Suddenly, atop the ancient palace veiled in gray mist, at the head of the weathered long table—the seat of the "Fool"—the occasionally wavering and fragmented deep red "figure" finally solidified, revealing Kline's dark hair, brown eyes, and scholarly demeanor. Kline's consciousness and spirit returned to the "Source Citadel" with just a single thought! He immediately leveraged the close connection between the Source Fortress and his own body, amplifying the resonance brought by the prayers of the Tarot Circle members, and thus directly saw himself—his gaze now blurred, on the verge of losing control—along with the ethereal silhouette of Amon, who had just, through the "mistake," bypassed the obstruction of the dark, ink-blue hands. Amon lifted his head, making eye contact with Caine, who sat in the position of the " Fool." Caine extended his hand, summoning the "Sea God's Staff," and raised it high. The gray mist surged into a boil, and the entire Source Fortress trembled. A powerful, overwhelming force gathered and surged forth, forming a torrent of lightning that poured down in wild, furious waves, illuminated by the simultaneously glowing sapphire stones. The surge engulfed Amon's duplicate and consumed Caine's own form. A deep, resonant thunder rolled out, and terrifying streaks of silver-white lightning tore through everything it touched. Amon's ethereal form dissolved, and Caine's body was utterly destroyed. He had finally succeeded in his suicide. Immediately after landing this blow, Caine severed the connection between the "Source Keep" and the real world, preventing Amun's true form from generating further unforeseen complications. Then he began to wait—for the miracle, for the resurrection. Beside the deep chasm lined with gray-white, substantial buildings, Amun's true form adjusted the single crystal spectacles crafted from crystal, successfully stealing the curse that had sustained the ancient god's young son, Bradel. The once dark, bluish giant rapidly decayed, turning swiftly into white bones, and the slender black tubes that had seemed to hold his essence collapsed and retracted into the depths of darkness. Standing there in a pointed soft hat and classical black robe, Amun raised his head, silently gazing upward at the sky for several seconds, as though peering through the veil of history toward the "Source Keep." Finally, he gently pressed the crystal spectacles, and with a soft murmur forming at the corners of his lips, spoke: "Interesting." "... Within the ancient palace, at the head of the weathered long table, Caren sat in the seat designated for 'The Fool,' carefully observing the gray-white mist below. He realized that the extraordinary qualities inherent within his once-dead body had, without his awareness, seeped into the historical gaps, merging with projections of 'spirit insects' originating from the past, thereby granting them substance. As long as Caren's consciousness at 'The Source Fortress' chose to will it, these 'spirit insects' could instantly emerge from the historical haze and reassemble his body in the real world. The 'miracle' of resurrection, in essence, was a deep utilization of past powers. Was the 'miracle' achieved through the synergy of past and future forces? Caren furrowed his brows, attempting to unravel how the 'miracle-master' had come to achieve such a feat. After a few seconds of contemplation, he quickly refocused his attention and attempted to revive himself at 'The Source Fortress,' only to encounter a problem." That is, bodily resurrection can only occur in the real world, and only within a certain range of the remains—spiritual entities, on the other hand, can be reborn directly upon the gray mist. Yet Celine's spirit has not been destroyed; it sits calmly upon the high-backed chair of "The Fool." "Help drawn from the past has proven effective. The resurrection points I'm currently consuming were actually pre-allocated after I became a 'Miracle Master.' As it stands, I have only one such point left—ah, I'm going to have to find a way to free myself from this predicament. Amun is currently guarding my 'corpse.' His sense of time differs from others—he's a patient, delightfully playful 'God of Mischief.' Right now, this state can only last for three days. Beyond that, I'll no longer be able to draw strength from the past to resurrect. If all else fails, I'll simply forgo my body and become a spirit of the dead!" Thoughts racing through Celine's mind, though still somewhat troubled, he now felt more at ease than he had in several days. He had finally escaped that near-despairing situation. He glanced successively at the high-backed chairs lighting up one by one, and at the deep red stars swelling and contracting, then exhaled, leaning back comfortably against the chair back, a subtle smile forming naturally. "This is my anchor." PS: This scene finally comes to an end. The origin of the story actually began when I read about the "stars aligning" motif in the Cthulhu Mythos, and suddenly thought—constantly mentioned as awakening, awakening—what if they've already awakened? People unfamiliar with Cthulhu needn't worry; simply replace the word "divinities" with "cosmic entities," and the corresponding deities are all based on my own original creations.