After the grand Mass, Kline followed the newly appointed "Fool" priest Nim into the black tower. Nim offered no reservations, providing a detailed account of how many half-gods and how many Level-1 seals the Moon City possessed. Three half-gods... five Level-1 seals... the Moon City was far from weak indeed... No wonder it could directly receive divine prophecies and serve as a guardian of the borders. Moreover, at the beginning, their twenty-two exceptional pathways were well-balanced, enabling effective coordination among them, so that certain rituals could be performed independently without relying on external resources or being constrained by environmental conditions. Indeed, given that their surroundings were less favorable than the Silver City and they had no Level-0 seals to support them, they had managed to endure thus far—this was no ordinary achievement. Had they not struggled to find suitable food, they could have maintained their presence in the darkness for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Kline listened, deeply moved. At this moment, Nim respectfully said: "Lord Divine Messenger, we are willing to offer all our seals and extraordinary traits to the Lord. We would only like to know which one would most please Him." The high priest had just mentioned that, besides himself, the Moon City also had a "Knight of Iron Resolve," a "Lawcaster," serving as the "Lightning Priest" and the "Night Priest," respectively. As for the five Level-1 seals, one belonged to the "Beast" path, seemingly a blend of certain "Fate Mage" traits with a touch of "Chaotic Walker" characteristics; another came from the "Strange Species" path, a puppet; a third was granted originally by the Red Angel Medici, enabling the convergence of all individuals' powers; a fourth appeared to have evolved from the traits of a "Mystic Mage"; and the fifth, whose origin path remains unclear, possesses exceptional insight but has been contaminated by an unknown force, making it particularly hazardous. Hearing Nim's words, Caine's eyelids flickered slightly, and he smiled, saying, "Serve the Master with your heart, not as mere offerings. The Master encompasses the entire world and will not mind these things." Pausing momentarily, he added, "Of course, if you don't mind, I'd like to take a tour so I can broaden my understanding." "No problem at all!" Nim immediately responded. He had originally expected that Germain Sparo would take away one of the Level-1 Seal Objects during the visit, but to his surprise, the divine envoy simply wished to learn more about the situation and had no intention of claiming any benefits. He picked up each seal object, examined it carefully, and then returned them all. When the tour concluded, Caine turned to the three half-divine priests and said, "The time for your departure from this cursed land has not yet come; you must remain for a while longer. I will continue my journey, seeking other survivors and spreading the Master's light." "Yes, Lord Envoy." "The priests of Nimm responded without hesitation. With those mushrooms, they at least wouldn't face a crisis of extinction for the next three generations. Once the affairs of the Moon City were settled, Caine donned a wind coat, wore a hat, and carried a lantern, stepping into the deep darkness outside. His next steps were clear—he would find the dark wolf, Kotar, the 'God of Wishes,' and hunt him down! His wish was to obtain the extraordinary traits of the 'Miracle Master' and that 'curtain'—he didn't know if the deity could help him achieve it. As he walked, he quietly teased himself. Once he had moved beyond the gaze of the Moon City's residents, he pulled out another version of himself from the historical haze. His true self entered the rift, transferring his consciousness to the projection. This projection then summoned the historical image of the 'Staff of Stars' through its extraordinary abilities, and directly materialized at the very location he had mentally envisioned—the once-thriving northern ancient city of Nos, now completely destroyed!" Upon successfully arriving at the destination, the projection vanished swiftly, and Kline's physical form returned to the wild expanse outside the Moon City. Immediately thereafter, he summoned a projection of the "Staff of Stars," repeated the same procedure, and in an instant, returned to the Noth Ruins. The primary function of the historical rift image he had just used was to scout the path, ensuring that the scenes vividly imagined in his mind matched precisely with reality, without any discrepancies that might introduce random effects to the "Staff of Stars." This is the diligence of an "ancient scholar." ………… In the quiet, dark training arena of the Silver City, Colin Iliad stood by, bearing two straight swords, observing Drik Berg set up the ritual and make a plea to the "Fool," requesting that a Holy Spirit descend and offer assistance. This differed from a standard summoning ritual, with correspondingly more complex incantations: "Great Fool; "You are the sovereign above the mist; "You are the King of Good Fortune, of yellow and black. "I beseech your grace; "I beseech your gaze; "I beseech the powers of the hidden and the changing. "I! "I summon in the name of the Great Fool: "The Holy Spirit, who sees all, "The Companion of the King of Yellow and Black, "The traveler of dreams and the soul." In fact, the essence of this summoning ritual is not particularly complex. Cain had already drawn Odile's spirit into the gray mist beforehand, and once the "Gate of Summoning" was established, he simply helped her open it and guide her through—thus completing the entire process. That is, descriptions such as "the Holy Spirit who sees all" are not essential; replacing them with something like "the sleeping princess, the keeper of the Golden Apple, the former owner of the Crystal Shoes" would still allow Odile, the embodiment of justice, to appear. It all depends on whom Cain wishes to have pass through the "Gate of Summoning," since the key to the ritual lies in summoning under the name of "The Fool" and communicating with the divine realm of the abandoned lands through the power of "The Source Fortress." Odile, wearing her silver-white mask, silently surveyed the room, subtly observing the lightning-scoured sky, the lurking darkness, and the chief of the Silver City, Colin Iliad, nearby. Then, she turned her gaze away and nodded gently to the small "sun": "We may begin." As she spoke, she couldn't help but reflect on the other's height in her mind. Though this was evident during Tarot gatherings, it was only when they actually encountered her in real life that Audrey felt a moment of dizziness. She remembered clearly that "Sol" was several years younger than herself, and according to Roon's standards, was certainly still a minor—yet he stood over two meters tall, making Audrey, who had deliberately grown taller using the "lie" mask, still feel like she had to look up. Derek no longer hesitated; he relaxed his posture and directed his gaze toward the golden potion placed on the altar. Gradually, he grew dazed, and images unfolded in his mind without his conscious effort: the living parents lying within the coffin; the silver straight sword plunged repeatedly, the blood splashing onto his face, blinding him; the warm, familiar scenes from their family life; the Silver City trembling and faltering in the dark; his teammates standing shoulder to shoulder, supporting one another as shields; the elders standing at the forefront, shielding everyone from the storm; the repeated curses, the hope of seeing lightning in the darkness; the day after day, year after year, spanning two thousand years, of enduring longing, the generations' unceasing yearning for light. Darien's most profound and deeply cherished emotions—ones he was most unwilling to let go—were complex, woven together with anger at the present reality, nostalgia for the past, pain born of his circumstances, the accumulated weight of history, and an enduring yearning to save the Silver City. "Justice" Audrey gently separated these emotions, as though having endured the despair and sorrow of the Silver City, and having witnessed their unity and sacrifices. Her golden eyes sometimes deepened, sometimes sparkled, as if grasping something, touched by emotion, yet still uncertain. Eventually, she saw the radiant angel with twelve white wings, a further response from the "Knight of Cups" to "The Sun" Deryck. Seizing the moment, Audrey attached the intense emotions to the ethereal image of this angel, allowing them to remain briefly, not to fade, not to recede, not to fully detach from Deryck's essence. "That's enough," she said, without opening her mouth, letting her voice resonate directly within Deryck's heart. At that moment, Deryck's eyes became unusually cold, as though he no longer knew what joy, sorrow, pain, or restraint felt like. He then picked up the golden elixir before him and drank it. This is a half-divine magical elixir obtained by pulverizing the "Sunless Cross." The ancient seal originating from the sun god has now vanished—of course, for Celine, as long as it once existed, it will endure forever. The scorching, turbulent liquid flows down Deryck's throat, instantly filling his entire body and permeating his soul. One after another, bright rays of sunlight burst forth from within him, washing away the residual contamination in his flesh and the accumulated emotions in his spirit. Deryck's body grows ever purer and more translucent, as if composed entirely of pure radiance, like a holy spirit. His self-awareness and emotional thoughts are being purified and gradually displaced, and soon he will be left with nothing but the instinct to praise the sun. At this moment, Odile no longer allows the intensely stripped emotions to cling to the angelic silhouette, guiding them instead back toward the small "sun." Scenes from his memory resurface in Deryck's mind, stirring up an unusually complex array of emotions. He once again felt the agony of personally killing his parents, the despair brought by the plight of the Silver City, and the joy of being favored by the esteemed Sir of the Fool. This experience had become etched into his very bones, forming the solid, reliable foundation of his inner world, strong enough to withstand the final waves of the purification magic. Finally, Darien opened his eyes—pure white. He saw a lingering beam of light ahead and instinctively reached out with his right hand, trying to grasp it. But the light soon faded and settled. Darien paused, then clenched his right hand tightly. Radiant beams then surged forth, enveloping the entire Silver City. For a brief moment, the mythical noon hour arrived. Even Chief Colyn Iliath stood in awe—this moment surpassed any previous ascension of a half-god in their history. Sunlight. This was the sunlight that illuminated the whole city. ……… The summoning concluded, and Audrey returned to the gray mist. At that moment, the Sir "The Fool" had vanished, and within the ancient palace, only "The World" Germain Spaulo—who had been present from the beginning, intending merely to observe the ceremony—remained. "Your condition seems a bit off," Caine asked promptly. Audrey sat down and smiled gently. "I've just been wandering, hesitating, and feeling uncertain." "That's quite normal. Everyone experiences this before truly committing. Countless people retreat or change their minds." Caine said calmly. Audrey didn't directly address the topic, but instead offered a gentle smile and said: "Since becoming a 'spectator,' I've always presented to others the version of myself they find most comfortable, attending to their most delicate emotions. That's not a bad thing, but as a result, I've lost sight of what my true self truly looks like in their eyes. I can no longer remove the elaborate garments to see the decaying flesh beneath, nor can I clearly identify the issues at hand. Recently, I've been making an effort to reveal my genuine state in small details, observing how others react under the current circumstances, and whether they still see me as the kind, gentle, and morally upright lady I once was."