Not "the Dark Angel" Sasselir... The projection of the secret figure Enyuni has been eroded by the force surging from the Giant King's palace, transforming into a creature that now defies my understanding—and one that seems capable of lasting for a long time. Perhaps a trace of Sasselir's will remains... Caelin pressed his left hand to his face, watching as strands of "spirit worms" slipped in and out through his fingers. What he now finds most puzzling is another matter: despite having opened the palace where the Dark Angel had slumbered, and gazing upon the gods and the Angel Kings here, he has received no response whatsoever. According to Klein's thoughts, once that surging "ocean" had surged forth, whether the "True Creator," the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom," the "Disbeliever" Amun, or Amun's brother, who had always remained in the background, should have immediately appeared or descended to verify the current state of the "Shadow Angel" Salsir and to claim the corresponding items. Yet, the entire "Kingdom of the Giants" remained utterly still, untouched by any external force. Could it be that they were still waiting for him to enter the Giant King's hall and meet the Heavenly Deputy? Ah, the "True Creator" had said—just to meet Salsir. But since his spiritual and physical forms have not yet fully recovered from the erosion, it seems the "True Creator's" purpose has still not been fulfilled. Hah... As Klein's thoughts raced like lightning, he found himself unable to control his emotions—whether it was anger, sorrow, anxiety, or melancholy—he couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth and laugh. The only thing he was grateful for was that it hadn't disrupted the functioning of his mind—he could still think, could still access all his extraordinary abilities, though at times they would suddenly intensify, becoming more impetuous and aggressive. He didn't know whether the half-deity in the "Mind" domain had any means to treat this condition; whatever seals or exceptional traits he could summon fell short. This was a sign of the spirit's incomplete integrity—unless the separated shadows were addressed, the condition couldn't be fully cured. Perhaps there was a way to temporarily restore his normalcy, such as creating a virtual persona to compensate for the deficiencies? Unfortunately, he couldn't reach the "Source Citadel." Klein's thoughts were chaotic and swirling, and the images forming in his mind gradually faded away. He then picked up the half-high silk hat that had fallen to the ground, placed it upon his head, and through the vast glass window crafted from orange gemstones, observed the changes throughout the "Kingdom of the Giants": Unlike before, a luminous, ethereal sun now hung in the sky, bathing the majestic, frozen buildings in the sunlight of midday; the giant statues guarding various palaces seemed to be draped in cloaks woven from shadows; Enyuni, with her ethereal black wings, and the pure shadow that had once belonged to Caine, soared over the balustrade, gliding toward him. Caine's gaze sharpened, and instinctively he took a few steps forward, intending to engage in battle. But soon, he regained his composure, assessed his current situation, and swiftly retreated to the ancient "elevator," activated the switch, and descended back into the "desolate tunnel." Then, Caine "teleported" to near the "decaying forest," and fled continuously toward the edge of the "Kingdom of the Giants." He intuitively believed that, in his current state, he would not be able to defeat the transformed "Enyuni" along with the shadow it had separated. Of course, if it were merely the latter, he still felt confident. Upon reaching the edge bathed in brilliant sunlight, Caine turned around and found neither the layered-wings Enyuni nor his own shadow had arrived—suggesting a limitation in their range of movement. Was it impossible to go far from the Giant King's residence or from the "Dark Angel" Salsir? As this thought just formed in his mind, he observed the ethereal "sun" in the sky suddenly leap from its central position to the west, and the hues of dusk once again enveloped the divine realm. Caine remained vigilant, hesitating to depart from the "Giant King's Court." Not long after, the ethereal "sun" descended into the palace where the "Dark Angel" Salsir was sleeping, and darkness became the dominant force in the "Giant King's Court." This darkness was different from a normal night—there was no moon, no starlight, only faint, blurred shadows. Standing within such darkness, Caine always felt as though someone were pressing against his back, yet he clearly recognized it as a mere illusion and did not blindly turn around. A few minutes later, the phantom "sun" rose, and the dawn light dispelled the darkness. The power emanating from the sleeping "Dark Angel" had transformed the ancient divine realm of the "Giants' Court"... this was nearly divine strength—at the very least, it must embody "uniqueness." But which path of "uniqueness" was it? The changes are "intense sunlight," "darkness," "decline," and "alteration"—this seems contradictory, as if not emerging from a single, unified origin. Moreover, the "uniqueness" of the "Sun" path must surely reside in the "Eternal Radiant Sun." The "darkness" brought by "shadow" and "decline" unquestionably belongs to the "True Creator." When I opened the door, I saw illusion, a dark, viscous ocean—something connected to the "Chaos Sea"? Kline shook his head, continued observing, and waited for the Silver City exploration team to join him. As she walked with careful attention, the mist before her suddenly lightened considerably. At the same time, her extraordinary abilities began to wane. The mysterious strength was fading... and in an instant, Odile's mind flashed with concepts and information once mentioned by the "World" gentleman. Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of cannons belonging to Beckland roared ahead, hurling shells streaking with either crimson, deep blue, silvery white, or dark gleaming hues toward the enemy lines. Yet in the next moment, these shells encountered an invisible barrier, exploding mid-air and causing the transparent "wall" to tremble. Suddenly, a massive, slightly blurred figure emerged from the thick fog in the distance—human-shaped, yet towering over fifteen meters tall, with two arms extending from each rib and waist, radiating a dense darkness. For no apparent reason, the appearance of this figure, seemingly drawn from myth, caused the allied lines of Foscar and Intis to stir and react. Each soldier and each officer seemed to have returned to childhood, walking alone along a dark path, surrounded by silence, everything quiet and still, filling them with genuine unease. Faced with the fear of the unknown—fear born of imagination—their emotions shattered instantly, and they turned around in panic, ready to flee. At that very moment, a brilliant beam of sunlight fell upon them, illuminating their path and giving them courage. Yet, a small number of soldiers remained unable to control themselves, calling out names like "Mother" or the names of women, striving to escape the battlefield. Thud! Thud! Thud! Amidst the dense gunfire, these soldiers fell, their bodies blooming with blossoms of blood. They landed on the ground, twitching slightly before going still—no one cared what names they had called, nor did anyone know their pasts. Immediately thereafter, under the commander's orders, the intangible barrier enveloping the combined forces of Intis and Vosak was lifted, and a dense array of crimson flame spears surged forth, arching across the sky to target the Ruin lines. As these flame spears approached their destination, they suddenly became disordered, scattering and settling into the ground, creating one darkened hole after another. Audrey was momentarily struck by the scale and magnitude of this coordinated display of extraordinary abilities, and found herself recalling the people she knew and their roles in this campaign: the younger nobles like Glarinth had joined the military, rising to various ranks as officers, scattered across the battlefield, vulnerable at any moment to being killed; "The Magician" had taken his family, including "The Judge," and moved away from Beckett to a small town in East Chester; "The Judge," now a mid-level official at MI9, was engaged in a covert struggle against the infiltration of extraordinary individuals from Fyrsak, Intis, and other nations into Beckett; "The Star" led the official extraordinary agents, sealing off the churches of the Steam Church and maintaining stability within the city; the semi-gods of the Night Church, the Storm Church, the Royal Family, and the military had jointly formed the final defensive line of Beckett; the House of Blood remained neutral... A few seconds later, Audrey steadied her thoughts and prepared to move into enemy territory using "psychological invisibility," gradually spreading the "spirit plague." Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she turned her gaze toward a more distant part of the scene. Amid the thick mist, a thick, indistinct tentacle was rapidly extending toward a specific point within the allied forces' lines, entwined with countless streaks of silver lightning. A feather blazing with golden flames fell from the tentacle. Deep within the mist, a massive gray-blue hand emerged, holding a broad silver sword. ………… The Mist Sea, far from its safe course. Unceasing lightning strikes fell, waves surged high and then collapsed with force. The "Dawn," Bellanday's ship, was repeatedly thrown about, appearing remarkably small and trembling under the overwhelming power of nature. The enigmatic queen stood at the ship's prow, calmly observing the entire scene, occasionally casting fairy-tale spells such as "The Emperor's New Clothes" to stabilize the vessel. Her eyes pierced through the terrifying storm, searching for the possible existence of an ancient island. …… After a brief rest, Colin Iliad led part of the exploration team—including Dariq and Loviya—away from the afternoon town camp, following the mountain trail into the "Kingdom of the Giants." To their surprise, the still-hanging dusk had transformed, with brilliant sunlight now illuminating every corner. "…Where is the helper you invited?" Colin Iliad controlled his astonishment and turned to ask Dariq Berg. Dariq was about to speak when he suddenly saw a figure emerge from behind a partially collapsed tower. The figure wore a black coat and a silk hat, with sharp, stern lines on the right face, while the left face revealed translucent, writhing worms constantly crawling across it.