"God, God has saved us!" The words, spoken with a trembling voice, echoed at the entrance of the Moon City, leaving the waiting residents momentarily stunned and deeply moved. The rugged "Duke of Decay" experienced a sudden ripple in his facial muscles, swiftly transforming into another Germain Spalde. With one hand, he retrieved a lantern from the veil of history, and with the other, he massaged his temple, murmuring softly, "Why must the secret figure also change its appearance? There's no one else here... I can't develop a compulsion..." A few seconds later, the secret figure, carrying the lantern emitting a soft, yellow glow, stepped steadily toward the distant deep pit. As the light danced, Caine made out the destination—revealing it wasn't particularly deep, with the bottom no more than two meters above the ground, though certainly a significant transformation when compared to the original hillside. Inside the pit, the soil was smooth, interlaced with small stones, and surrounded by various mutated, twisted plants whose identities were hard to discern—appearing otherwise no different from the surrounding areas. After observing quietly and gradually activating his "spirit vision" and "spirit thread" perception, Kline stepped steadily into the "deep chasm," preparing to follow his planned route and carefully revisit each spot warranting a second look. As he walked, however, a slight furrow formed between his brows. "Hmm," he murmured. He noticed a certain sluggishness in the flow of his thoughts—yet his reasoning remained unaffected. It was much like the state one experiences after sleeping too long—head feeling heavy, mind less alert. This is a condition people often encounter occasionally; while other extraordinary beings might not notice it, as a half-deity of the "Divination" path, Kline could clearly sense the anomaly. Should this condition deepen, it would approach the response typically elicited by a "Master of Secret Doubles" manipulating the "spirit thread"—perhaps the lingering influence of Udar, the Dark Wolf? That doesn't make sense. If He had unintentionally left behind this form, then He must have appeared in a complete mythological being state at the time—yet the lunar city's investigation team would have collapsed long ago under such circumstances. If, on the other hand, He had deliberately chosen to remain in this form, what would be the significance of that? Simply to inform others that He had come? Kline walked around in thoughtful confusion, finding no other anomalies. He then retreated four steps backward from his original body, concealed within a historical gap predating the First Age, recited a spell, and entered the mist above. He was going to perform a divination! With a specific time and place, the description and on-site observations provided by the lunar city's high priest Nym, and the illuminated historical fragments at his disposal, Kline believed the prerequisites for divination were now largely in place. While this might not be entirely sufficient, it was enough to attempt it. Moreover, if the event of the hill transforming into a deep depression were indeed connected to the "Source Fortress" or to himself, then the likelihood of a successful divination would greatly increase, and the revelations would be clear and unimpeded. Without pausing to think, having already considered the details, Caine sat down into the high-backed chair of "The Fool." He materialized a dark red round-bodied fountain pen and a slightly yellowed sheepskin paper, writing swiftly: "May 1349, Fifth Age. The anomaly that has occurred here." Setting down the absorbent pen, Caine grasped the soil with his left hand, pulling a clod of "deep pit" earth from the historical mist—using it as the medium for his divination. Holding the soil in one hand and the sheepskin paper in the other, he leaned against the back of the chair, reciting the divination incantations seven times in low, steady tones, then entered a meditative state of deep sleep. In the hazy dream world, Caine saw the gray-white, solidified mist, the hillock rising several tens of meters high, and the surrounding plants distorted and transformed. A few seconds later, the mist began to move noticeably, swiftly "exhaling" a dark silhouette. That silhouette resembled a vast, heavy velvet curtain, wildly absorbing all the surrounding light. It took on a semi-transparent state, growing larger and larger until it completely enveloped the hill. The hill vanished entirely, leaving only a deep crater behind. The strangely shaped plants that had been covering the edges of the crater suddenly developed a series of fine, dark, ethereal "spirit lines," extending toward different sections of the dark "curtain." The "curtain" became increasingly transparent and ethereal, eventually reaching a point where it was imperceptible to the naked eye—unless for the presence of the "spirit lines," which revealed its actual existence, Klein would never have noticed the curtain resting over the crater's surface. The scene flickered, the dream distorted, and a new scene unfolded. A patrol team of five from the Moon City drew near, observing that the hill was gone and a deep crater had appeared in its place. They halted, and without hesitation, turned and departed from the area, choosing not to rush forward and investigate. After an indeterminate length of time, a towering figure emerged suddenly in a different direction. It was a magical wolf covered in dark, short fur, standing five to six meters tall with eight legs. A tuft of gray-white fur adorned its forehead, and its black pupils occupied at least three-quarters of its eyes—this was the incomplete form of the shadow wolf, Kotal, not yet fully manifesting its mythical being. The shadow wolf lifted its head, opened its mouth as if to roar, yet no sound emerged. The very next second, a figure appeared before it—a second version of itself. With a gentle flick of its eight legs, the image of the shadow wolf’s history swiftly reached the edge of the "deep chasm." Surveying the surroundings carefully, it lowered its head and gently picked up the completely transparent "curtain" that had vanished the entire hill. Suddenly, the curtain came alive, rapidly contracting and rolling upward, wrapping around the shadow wolf like a half-black, half-transparent garment. The shadow wolf trembled slightly, and within just a few seconds, it became a mere puppet of the garment. But this was only an image caught within a fissure of history; the very essence of the being dissolved it upon the next breath, erasing it entirely. The "curtain" lost its support and collapsed instantly, spreading out upon the ground. The dark-mage wolf, Kotar, did not give up. From time to time, it transformed surrounding monsters into secret figures and summoned historical projections, sending them again and again forward, each time suffering various failures—yet ultimately, its new batch of secret figures managed to seize and control the "curtain." The entire process unfolded silently, as though performing a silent play. Then, the great dark-mage wolf guided the secret figures carrying the "curtain" toward itself. At that moment, the gray-white mist nearby stirred once more, forming a vortex as large as a hill. This vortex emitted an invisible suction force, drawing both the peculiar "curtain" and the dark-mage wolf Kotar toward it simultaneously! This scene caused ripples of tangible waves to spread across克莱恩's dream imagery, bursting forth countless shimmering points that made it difficult for him to discern specific details. When everything returned to normal, the dark magic wolf Kotal, draped in a transparent "curtain," swiftly moved away from the newly solidified mist. At that moment, the Moon City investigation team arrived and witnessed the ancient deity's departure. Kotal glanced at them briefly before continuing on, vanishing into the depths of darkness. Thus, the image fragmented, the dream ended, and克莱恩 awoke. Sitting up straight, he gently tapped the edge of the weathered long table, murmuring silently: "The gray-white mist that had solidified before my arrival had indeed undergone changes—merely that the Moon City's guardians had failed to notice, for the mist had stretched across an unknown length of time. 'What exactly is that curtain the gray-white mist expelled?'" When large, it can cover hills, transforming them magically into 'deep craters'; when small, it becomes the 'clothing' of the maglorn wolf, turning it into a puppet... It's rather reminiscent of the high-tier items in the 'Seer' path. "It was expelled because I ascended into the gray mist and established a bond with the 'Source Keep'? "It seems capable of transforming surrounding plants into its own secret puppets... This feels familiar. "Ah, yes—in the misty town, food prepared in the rooms has a problem: 'spirit threads' grow from them, extending toward the central church. Once consumed, one instantly evaporates, vanishes completely. Indeed, these threads are suspended within the church, becoming secret puppets. "Therefore, at the level of 'Miracle-Weaver' or 'Mysterious Servant,' one can cause plants or previously spirit-endowed objects to grow 'spirit threads,' thereby transforming them into secret puppets?" "...Is the 'curtain' a remarkable trait of the 'Miracle Master' or the 'Mysterious Servant'? Observing the performance of the Udark Magi-Wolf, it seems more likely the latter. This might explain why the 'Mysterious Servant' trait has been missing for so long—only traces remain, with no one able to locate it. Before the arrival of the 'Master' at the 'Source Fortress,' does the pale, misty vapor naturally draw and absorb the three remaining high-level traits of the available pathways, incorporating them? What is the purpose behind this? The suction force is indeed powerful—so strong that even the Udark Magi-Wolf, Cotar, was startled, barely able to pause, only wishing to flee. What is he questioning? What is he afraid of?" In an instant, Cline suddenly recalled something: "Given the timeline, when the Dark-Wolf Mage arrived at the northern city-ruin of Nos, it was clearly already in possession of that 'curtain'... "Did the One transform the entire city into secret figures, creating a city of puppets—not for settlement, not for gathering allies—but in preparation for the ritual of the 'Mysterious Servant'?