"The Sovereign of Time and Space," "The Mark of Fate," "The Embodiment of the Source Citadel," "The Ruler of the Spirit Realm," "The Master of the Enigmatic"... The term "enigmatic" as spoken by the ancient Sun God refers precisely to "The Master of the Enigmatic." Klein murmured these titles one after another, feeling his shadows grow even heavier. He then thought of a question, hesitated slightly, and said: "As far as I know, 'Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun' had already appeared long before the previous civilization came to an end." The "Yellow Light" Winitan, slender in form and semi-transparent like other spirit realm beings, sighed and said, "Actually, we are not aware of this. When the previous civilization ended and the 'First Awakening' occurred, the seven lights preceding us had already been erased. We are the pure, newly-born lights of the First Epoch of the Spirit Realm. "Nevertheless, we do have certain speculations regarding 'The Great Sovereign Above the Spirit Realm,' which may help answer Your Highness's question." Klein perked up immediately and adopted a posture of focused listening. "The yellow light" Winitan continued: "We suspect that the 'Elder Things' active during the First Age were either outer deities directly drawn to this planet, or entities formed through the activation of the primordial substance. In other words, some of the 'Elder Things' are essentially 'Primordial'—they are materialized personifications of distinct aspects that emerged from the Primordial One's own fragmentation. 'What separates will eventually reunite, and what unites will eventually part'—this principle describes not only extraordinary characteristics, but also the 'Primordial' itself. Since most of the primordial substance and attributes originate from this supreme being, there is a natural tendency toward aggregation and reorganization. Yet the 'Primordial' is the very embodiment of cosmic contradictions; once the substance and attributes coalesce, they inevitably begin to fragment again." Is that the essence and origin of the Law of Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics? Is the 'Lamp God'—the unfortunate deity drawn to this world and then encountering the 'Master of Mysteries'—the very embodiment of this phenomenon? Klein nodded slightly, said nothing, and patiently waited for the "yellow light" to offer their speculations. The one dressed in a long citrus-yellow robe, Wini, glanced at Klein and said, "Perhaps the inclination toward division originated even while He was asleep, causing His spirit to fragment into distinct parts, each operating under different titles and subtly influencing the real world in preparation for the eventual division of the body upon His awakening—such as 'God' or 'Heavenly Sovereign'..." A reasonable hypothesis that explains many of my concerns... Klein immediately felt a sense of clarity and revelation. After a moment's thought, he said, "So, in your view, the 'Great Sovereign above the spiritual realm' is one of the original components, to a certain extent equivalent to the 'Original' itself?" That is indeed the case. "Orchid Light," Hilaria, responded with a positive affirmation, then comforted Caine with a gentle remark, "Given the current situation, the Great Sovereign, much like the other components of 'The First,' has seen its will and strength gradually fade over time. Whether or not you are He yourself, you can still make a meaningful resistance, preserve your humanity, and achieve a certain balance with Him. Indeed, separation is an inevitable law." What comfort was that? Caine couldn't help but mutter a quiet critique. Then, he realized a question: "Since the spirit of 'The First' has fragmented into distinct parts, the mental imprints within the bodies of high-sequence extraordinary beings should likewise belong to different 'Ancient Ones.' If, as the ancient Sun God's spirit has awakened—the 'Primordial' described by Seven Light—then who, precisely, does the emerging, active, and invasive imprint of 'The First' within my own body point to?" The answer is obvious—Caine doesn’t need to think about it: that very "Mysterious Sovereign," "Lord of the Spirit Realm," "Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Sovereign!" That is to say, the Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Sovereign isn’t as invisible as he believed; He has already begun to awaken preliminarily within Caine’s body! Damn—it’s as if Caine suddenly feels the very sensation of the ancient solar deity from back then. In this moment, he’s deeply worried that one day, without even realizing it, he might transform into someone else, into the resurrected "Mysterious Sovereign" or "Fusheng Xuanhuang Heavenly Sovereign." Still, this level of awakening seems rather comparable to what other angels have experienced—not as intense or overwhelming as he originally imagined. This is because I’m different from the ancient solar deity: I didn’t possess angelic status from the very beginning, nor did I inherently command the concept of "uniqueness"—rather, I ascended step by step, gradually integrating and evolving through stages? If that's truly the case, then thanks to the pale mist that deposited that "curtain" in the forsaken land—perhaps, with the assistance of one or more existing beings... Hmm, still not quite right. Now that I've become the master of "Source Keep," I shouldn't be experiencing the same erosion and contamination as other Sequence 2 angels. Cain shook his head quietly, deciding not to raise any questions about this to the Seven Lights. To him, this was one of his core secrets—something he absolutely could not allow other beings to know about his current condition. He then raised his right hand, resting it gently at his lips, and cleared his throat. "I think I understand now." After discussing other matters with the Seven Lights, Cain stood and bowed. "Thank you for your explanations." "It is our pleasure, and we wish Your Highness a swift return to the throne of the Great Sovereign of the Spiritual Realm." The Seven Lights rose in turn, offering a warm and gracious response. Is this a death sentence for me? Cain quipped to himself, and with due courtesy, escorted the seven beams of purity away. Then he activated the "transport" once more, returning to a quiet alley within Bekland. He adjusted his hat at the crown and strolled onto the street. What immediately caught his eye were people in various states, their bustling activity creating a warm, vibrant atmosphere. He saw some dressed in linen, gathering in small groups to cut down towering trees with saws and other tools; others forming teams, diligently repairing street buildings that had sustained only minor damage; some carrying Dizzy pastries and sweet iced tea, hurrying past him, clearly en route to their workplaces; others driving cargo wagons laden with grains, meats, and vegetables, heading off to different destinations. Though many of these people wore simple, well-worn clothing, often with patches and signs of wear, and still bore traces of numbness and pain on their faces, the vitality radiating from them seemed to weave together into a radiant light of hope, steadily pulsing with the vigorous energy of life. They were like young grasses, pushing through stones after the long winter. Kline slowed his pace and gazed deeply at the bustling scene. Though he had not personally witnessed the wretched world of the war's later years, he had heard many details from Miss Justice and Leonard. And having previously traveled through the darker, more oppressive lands abandoned by the gods, he could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of resonance now. Spring had arrived. Kline's expression gradually softened, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He walked through the streets and alleys being rebuilt after the war, all the way to the Saint Samuel Church in the northern district. The square was littered with uneven dents, and workers were carrying out initial clean-up work. A few white doves, returning from somewhere, settled once again in familiar spots. Kline surveyed the scene, but found no vendors. So he took some food from the historical projections and simply dropped it on the ground. As the white doves arrived one after another, he crossed the square and entered the church undergoing renovation, settling into the front row of the main chapel. Glancing at the sacred emblem—stars surrounding a red moon—Cain removed his hat, clasped his hands, and closed his eyes in the serene and quiet atmosphere. His emotions gradually settled, and he began to feel as though he were truly praying. At that moment, Leonard, whose hair had grown a little longer and whose deep green eyes had grown more profound, entered through the main door, walked down the corridor to sit in the chair two seats away from him, and began to pray. In the absolute stillness, Cain opened his eyes, stood up, put on his hat, and passed by Leonard. As he approached the entrance, Leonard slowly rose and followed behind. The two moved one after the other, reaching the corner of the outer square in no time. Leonard gazed at the few white doves on the ground, as if speaking to himself: "I've already been promoted to a senior steward of the Night Watch, and in a couple of days I'll return to the sanctuary to study and receive my corresponding sacred relics." During the final phase of the war, he had been rapidly promoted to the rank of Watcher of the Fourth Sequence. "You don't seem particularly delighted," said Kaine, standing beside him, without turning his head, looking at the doves as well. Leonard chuckled with a touch of self-mockery: "I don't have the right to be unhappy. "I'm just wondering—given how swiftly the divine war concluded, and how unexpectedly the outcome turned out—whether all our earlier defeats and the hardships we've endured were merely a setup?" "Until today, I thought exactly as you did—I shared your confusion and frustration. But now, I feel a bit lost. Perhaps this is something that must happen." Kaine did not conceal his own feelings. Leonard paused for two seconds, gazing down at the white dove that hesitated at his footsteps: "He said the same thing..." Without waiting for Caine to speak further, he turned his head and glanced at his former colleague beside him: "Have you become an angel?" Palis Soloyasda had told him that Caine's previous actions seemed to be preparing him for promotion to angel status. "Yes," Caine nodded slightly, "but this isn't glory or power—it's suffering, curses, and responsibility." "Why?" Leonard asked instinctively. Caine didn't answer immediately. He lowered his head, glanced at the shadow at his feet, then turned toward the exit of the square. A few steps later, facing away from Leonard, he spoke to himself: "You should remember that phrase. 'We are guardians, yet always the pitiful ones, constantly battling against danger and madness.'" Leonard froze instantly, and only after a few seconds did he turn to look at Klein—yet all he could see was the outline of Klein’s back, wearing a half-high hat and a black coat, fading into the corner of the street. A rustle of sound, and several white doves took flight, soaring toward the pale blue sky.