On the *Nereid*, members of the Silver City scouting team—Lyavall and Cantiss among them—sat in chairs that didn’t quite suit them, carefully observing the constantly moving "dwarfs" around them. Of course, they were well aware that these should be ordinary humans, since they all knew their towering height was due to the magic potion. Yet they still found the people aboard the ship to be notably short, including the self-proclaimed divine messenger, Daniz. After all, in Silver City, aside from children, anyone entering adulthood and not yet reaching Sequence 6 typically stood over 1.8 meters tall, and many exceptional individuals—some even at Sequence 9—exceeded two meters. The gentle rocking of the ship made these "half-giants" feel somewhat uneasy, but their strong physiques helped them quickly overcome this discomfort. The vast, boundless sea outside, contrasted with the solitary vessel, stirred in them a persistent sense of unease, fear, and tension—much like their first exploration mission, when they faced lurking, dark creatures that could strike at any moment. At that moment, Daniz entered the room, which had been transformed into a dining space, and smiled warmly at the stiff, reserved, and oddly dressed tall figures: "Your meals are ready. Now, please enjoy your dining. By the way, don't forget the instructions I just gave you—the seas around us are quite dangerous. You needn't get up—just sit and enjoy." Danyz saw the young elder, who called himself Deric, and several of the "half-giants" attempting to rise and speak to him with the utmost courtesy—so he quickly lowered his hands to forestall this uncivilized behavior. If I were that tall, I'd already be making jokes at everyone's expense... Danyz muttered, then clapped his hands once to signal the crew to serve the food. At once, a rich, inviting aroma filled the nostrils of Deric and the other citizens of Silver City—the familiar scent of roasted meat and mushrooms, yet with an added, distinct, somewhat sharp and unusual note. The fragrance was so enticing that it caused the saliva of Lyavall and Cantiss to surge, instantly awakening their stomachs. "Dexi-style roast," Danyz pointed to one of the crew members who had just entered. The crew member carried a steel platter filled with thick, golden-brown slices of meat, each oozing fat and generously sprinkled with small cardamom and basil. "Steak, seared fish, white bread, seafood soup, light beer…" Daniz introduced each course one by one, then smiled. "You needn't worry at all—feel free to eat as much as you like. We have an ample supply of food." With that, he glanced at the group of towering figures who seemed eager to rise and quietly stepped out of the room. "Kantiss suddenly stood up," I'd like to join the trial group!" The list of ten quickly gathered. Kantiss and Lyavall simultaneously walked to the long table against the wall, with a seamless默契, each taking the most appealing piece of what was claimed to be the Desei grilled meat. As soon as they took a bite, the rich juiciness, the aromatic notes woven through the texture, and the pure meatiness created a complex, layered experience in their mouths. They barely chewed twice before eagerly swallowing the food, eager to take the next bite. This was far more delicious than the meat-mushroom dishes they had eaten earlier. Unconsciously, the ten residents of Silver City now ate with tear-filled eyes and blurred vision. On the deck, Daniz glanced at the safe channel within the divine war ruins, considering how to accommodate these "Fool" devotees afterward. Suddenly, a sailor rushed over, gasping, "My lord, they've finished their meal. They'd like more, please!" "...Where did these people come from?" Daniz stared in surprise. "Prepare a share for each of them." Seeing the sailor about to turn, Daniz quickly added, "Starting tomorrow, organize the crew to fish!" Of course, if the great door closed once more, Caine still had a solution—he could first transfer the residents of the Moon City to the Giant King’s residence, and have them open the door themselves. Without the first "Tabernacle Stone" or the malevolent spirit of the "Dark Angel," ordinary extraordinary beings would be able to push the door open. As for whether the "True Maker" would interfere or obstruct, Caine hadn't considered it, because the Sequence-0 True God could already do so now, and Caine was unwilling and unable to prevent it. Moreover, Caine believed the "True Maker" was currently focused elsewhere, with the most pressing matter being to capture Amun and reclaim the first "Tabernacle Stone." Amid the richly layered and overlapping realms of the spiritual world, Caine swiftly darted through a series of forms that defied description, approaching the coordinate representing Bekland. Suddenly, he halted, standing in the chaotic void that had no distinct up, down, left, or right, and directed his gaze toward the seven beams of pure, distinct-colored light occupying the highest point of the spiritual realm. "Previously, due to my lower sequence, I hesitated to wander freely in the spiritual world and never attempted to visit the seven lights—each of whom has shown me kindness. Now, perhaps it's time... They are embodiments of various forms of knowledge, and have existed in the spiritual realm for countless years—perhaps they know many hidden secrets." As Caine formed this thought, a sudden glow appeared before him, and an elderly man in a long orange robe stepped into view. The man was plump, with a white beard, and appeared very approachable. He glanced at Caine and smiled warmly, nodding. "Your Highness, allow me to introduce myself. You should remember me—I am 'Orange Light,' Hilarion." "Last time I saw you, you were quite thin," Klein murmured to himself while smiling. "It seems you anticipated my visit?" Hillaryon spoke without reservation, with a calm smile. "The spiritual realm is woven from various streams of information—some drawn from the past, some from the present, and others hinting at future events. Whether through divination or prophecy, most methods essentially rely on the spiritual realm itself, only secondarily on direct observation of fate." The "Orange Light" implied that since Klein now found himself within the spiritual realm, had conceived the idea of visiting, and was preparing to act upon it, there would naturally be corresponding information generated—enough to be detected by the seven lights, who would then issue a prophecy. Klein found this entirely unsurprising and simply nodded. "Besides you, who else would like to meet me?" He had originally intended to use a formal title, but considering the seven lights' demeanor and the way the "Orange Light" addressed him, he decided to forgo the formality, thus preserving his status as a representative of the Source Citadel. "Orangelight" Hilarion laughed immediately. "All of them, all of them, Your Highness. Would you mind?" Cain nodded politely, responding with: "Of course, it is my honor." As soon as he finished speaking, one after another, beams of different colors rose around Hilarion, transforming into the images of various elders. "Your Highness, allow me to introduce them." Upon seeing Cain nod, "Orangelight" pointed to an elderly figure dressed in a magnificent crimson robe, radiating great dignity. "This is 'Redlight' El-Moria." The one who had previously answered my questions... Cain smiled instantly, expressing his gratitude and warmth. Hilarion then introduced "Yellowlight" Winitan, "Bluelight" Koutimy, "Greenlight" Serapis, "Indigo Light" Jesus, and "Violet Light" Saint Germain (note 1). "Yellowlight" Winitan... is that the one who made the apocalyptic prophecies for the ancestors of the Abraham family? Klein glanced at the slender elder in a lemon-yellow robe, with a white beard, and smiled. "Then let's sit down and talk." As he raised his right hand, a few patches of soft red light flared up around them—emanating from a fireplace burning high-quality charcoal. These lights soon illuminated an armchair, the gray-yellow carpet, the cabinets, the sofa, the coffee table, the plaster statues, and the white-glazed porcelain tea cups, casting the room into a typical, warm Beckland-style living room. "Please sit," Klein said, smiling and gesturing toward the sofa and the high-back chairs. Once the seven guests had settled in, Klein took his seat in the armchair, picked up his teacup, and spoke naturally. "To be honest, I've always wanted to meet each of you, but I've never found the right opportunity. Now, at last, I've realized that wish." "That's also our wish." "Jue Guang" seems to be the most cheerful and outgoing among the seven, immediately representing all her companions in response. Ah, there's a sense of fulfilling someone else's wish—Clayne felt a surge of delight and gently inquired, "Among the seven of you, do any of you have knowledge about the stars, or the Old Days, or the Outer Gods?" The younger-looking figure in a linen robe, Hesus of "Dian Guang," responded seriously: "Your Highness, the Old Days currently observing our world include the 'Fallen Mother Goddess,' the 'Mother Tree of Desire,' the 'Son of Chaos,' the 'Primordial Hunger,' the 'Ring of Fate,' the 'Overstar Sovereign,' the 'Unceasing Whisper,' the 'Decaying King,' and the 'High-Dimensional Observer'..." ...That's quite a number, isn't it? Clayne found himself momentarily stunned. Note 1: Some names were translated differently to avoid 404 errors when directly rendered.