If that half-divine being hadn't automatically plunged into the "Devil's Oil Painting" just now, I'd have had to summon the historical aperture image of "World"先生... Hmm, I'm not sure if that counts as directly calling upon a heavenly-level helper. While thinking this, Folshe took a sip of the potion. To her, the potion felt like icy water so cold it could freeze and injure a person—wherever it flowed, her sensations vanished, leaving only her thoughts still fluid. When one is profoundly cold, hallucinations naturally arise. In Folshe's vision, a vast night sky instantly unfolded, with countless brilliant stars interweaving into a dreamlike river. Starlight shimmered on her skin, seemingly emanating from within her own body. These delicate, pure streaks of light formed an invisible connection with the stars in the night sky. As the light flickered, the streaks twisted and pulsed, like creatures crawling out of her body, seeking to join the delicate, diamond-strewn river of the Milky Way. Each carried a portion of flesh and a touch of consciousness, like uncontrolled avatars. Forth's thoughts raced and became disordered, growing hazy, and she found it increasingly difficult to maintain control against the tendency to separate. At that moment, she sensed something ethereal. It was the seal she had created using the "Devil's Painting," projected into this mysterious world born of the magical potion, forming an abstract, indistinct imprint. Without deliberation, driven by instinct, Forth extended part of her awareness and spirit toward it, intertwining with the abstract mark. Though the mark did not fully resonate with her—seeming to contain elements that belonged to someone else—it managed to merge with her. Suddenly, within Forth's mind, the abstract mark became vivid and clear: it revealed a door, layered and adorned with mysterious symbols. This door now concealed Forth behind it, separating her from the surrounding starry sky. At the same time, the other side of the "gate"—the terrifying being sealed there—seemed to sense the presence of its adversaries. Drawing upon its divine nature, it violently eroded the ethereal "gate," precisely counteracting the influence of the outer starry sky on Folshe. This state persisted for several seconds. Gradually, the night sky shimmering with a brilliant galaxy faded away, and the scattered starlight returned to Folshe's body, merging with her. At that moment, Folshe's vision subtly revealed a deep darkness, within which an unceasing storm raged, occasionally flashing with lightning. The very next second, a familiar voice resonated in her ears—driving into her head like steel pins stirring her brain matter. Folshe's expression instantly twisted. Had it not been for her repeated experiences of similar occurrences, which had built up a certain resilience, and her inherent status as a saint, she would have likely lost control entirely at this point. Of course, there was also an element of good fortune involved. It took her several seconds, relying on meditative techniques, to finally steady herself and clearly hear what the voice was calling out. It was a plea for help! ——Not Giant, nor Elven, nor ancient Hymnese, but a language entirely unfamiliar to Foris, yet one she instantly understood, as though it were the very root of so many current tongues. "Master Door" cried out "Save me!" wildly every full moon—quite a disgrace in the realm of the Angelic Kings… Nevertheless, even as a plea, it was utterly terrifying to me. Foris muttered a few thoughts to herself, weighing whether to pretend she hadn't heard it, wait until her spirit had calmed and she had mastered the extraordinary abilities of a "Seer," and then speak to "Master Door" at the next full moon, or to engage in some conversation now. Suddenly, the call from the infinite distance ceased, and silence fell around her like stillness itself. A few seconds later, a faint yet piercing voice reached Folshe's mind: "You are using the extraordinary trait originating from the Abrahamic lineage." The statement was straightforward, devoid of any emphasis, yet it caused Folshe's forehead veins to pulse, her eyes to shimmer with fine threads, and her body to radiate brilliant luminescence. She nearly lost control of herself. "Who are you?" Folshe steadied herself and asked deliberately. The voice, seemingly designed to guide her toward further instability, responded with a deep, soothing chuckle. "You may call me Mr. Door. "You should not be unfamiliar with me." The King of Angels from the Fourth Age directly established the connection between Folshe and Him, noting that she could hear the "Full Moon Whispers." ...I'm going to write you into my novel! Folshe bit her lower lip and asked: "Respected Mr. Door, are you the ancestor of the Abrahamic family, the Prince of Beersheba?" The voice that had traversed countless barriers resumed its earlier calm: "Yes." "Then, do you know that your 'call for help' has cast a curse upon the entire Abraham family, lasting over a thousand years—so that very few have ever become 'travelers,' let alone 'record-keepers'? They often lose control and transform into monsters during promotions or on the night of the full moon?" Folshe felt she could no longer sustain a long conversation with the "Gate" gentleman, or else the tendency toward transformation would become irreversible. Thus, she directly posed the question most concerning to the Abraham lineage. The "Gate" gentleman paused for two seconds and replied: "They no longer have any 'Seer-Mages.' Are there no other half-gods among them?" "None have existed since the 'Four Kings' War. And your curse has prevented any of them from ascending to the rank of half-god. If you could cease calling for help for ten years, new Abraham half-gods might emerge—this would be of great assistance to your own liberation," Folshe offered sincerely. "Gate" sighed, "I have been exiled into the eternal night, beset by storms that never cease, and thus have no knowledge of what is happening in the real world. I never imagined that the entire Abraham lineage had lost not a single half-divine being." Lying... It was not Firth who made this composed assessment, but rather the one embodying the "Fool" card, holding the "Staff of the Stars," seated within the "Source Castle," closely monitoring the deep red star corresponding to Kline. He remembered the Emperor had mentioned in his journal that "Gate" had a certain understanding of the real world—seemingly able to perceive and hear events beyond the seals through the changes brought by the full moon. After the sigh, "Gate" continued, "Moreover, the calls for help during the full moon are not something I can control." "Why?" Firth was astonished, asking aloud. "Sir Door" spoke in a distant, ethereal tone: "You are already half-divine, so you should understand this clearly—higher the sequence, the greater the threat of madness. A normal angel, even one who can freely walk upon earth, pursue the things it loves, and need not engage in extra battles, may still gradually be affected by its extraordinary nature, losing itself, and eventually becoming half-mad. I, the King of Angels, banished and sealed away for over a thousand years, with no one to speak to, have not completely gone mad—this alone speaks volumes about my strength and fortune. Each full moon, my mad aspect grows stronger, overwhelming me, leaving me unable to control myself and constantly calling out for help." "So it is like that... If I were also confined like this, I might go mad within a few months... Well, if I could have alcohol drinks, newspapers and magazines, various books, and different kinds of food, I could last for a year—no, even six months... Fothering nodded slightly, with a rather perfunctory inquiry: 'Is there anything I can assist you with? What should the Abrahams do to lift the curse?' The 'Door' gentleman paused for a few seconds and said: 'Arrange the ritual and help me free myself—then the curse will vanish. There are two rituals: the first involves one half-god from each of the paths—the Seer, the Apprentice, and the Thief—as offerings; the second requires drawing blood from at least ninety-nine exceptional members of the Abraham family and using it to inscribe this symbol...' 'I'll relay that to them,' Fothering replied immediately. At the same time, she silently added to herself: on the condition that the ' Fool' gentleman consents. "Mr. Door" smiled and said, "If I can free myself from this predicament, I'll help you become an angel..." His voice grew more ethereal and fainter, as though gradually returning to its original state, in sync with the conclusion of Folshe's ascension. Just a few seconds later, Folshe no longer heard the voice that had been slowly driving her toward instability. The profound darkness and the terrifying storm before her also vanished. However, before this scene fully faded, Folshe caught a glimpse—through the shifting darkness—of a vast expanse of deep red rock, an ancient structure resembling a pyramid standing firmly upon it, and beyond that structure, an immense darkness dotted with shimmering stars, quite different from the celestial sky she had observed as a celestial observer. What was this? Folshe shook her head, steadied the stream of thoughts flooding through her, and began to focus intently on gathering her spiritual awareness. Once she had settled into the "Sorcerer" state, she immediately assumed a prayer posture, faithfully and without omission, reporting to Mr. The Fool every detail of her experience. After completing this, Folshe withdrew the "Devil's Painting," transported back to Prizh Port, and met her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, who had been waiting in the warehouse. Upon seeing her student safe and sound, Dorian exhaled, displaying a truly devout demeanor: "Thank you, Mr. The Fool, for your protection." He had finally produced a Sequence 4 "Sorcerer" who had not rebelled. Since Mr. The Fool had not yet responded, Folshe chose not to inform her teacher about her conversation with Mr. The Door, intending to share it at the next full moon. She likewise smiled calmly: "Beyond thanking Mr. The Fool, I must also thank you, Teacher." ........... Above the gray mist, within the ancient palace. Klein had little doubt about the "Gate" man's claim of being nearly mad, though he sensed there might be deeper secrets at play—for instance, why had the "Gate" man consistently guided Emperor Rosel to the Moon, a place occupied by a foreign god? Reflecting, he retrieved the "Deep Crimson Coronet" and the "Universal Key" from the historical haze, intending to actively create a full moon environment and then listen once again to the "Gate" man's call. The combined effect of these two items had long been proven, and soon Klein heard the sound that seemed to pierce through his very soul.