The residents of Constant were stunned by the miracle unfolding before them, while Caine had already gathered his luggage, accompanied by the "Mirror" Arodos, and departed the city. After creating such a commotion, he feared being pinned down by Charathus and dared not remain any longer. Though, at his current level and strength, he was not particularly afraid of a direct confrontation with Charathus, he did not wish to face an unexpected assault— for a remarkable being of the "Seer" path, preparation and lack thereof made all the difference. Once Caine's position was exposed and he failed to leave promptly, he would be unprepared against Charathus, who would be fully prepared. The outcome could hardly be favorable: even though Caine had now become the master of the "Source Keep" and still held one chance at resurrection, there remained a significant risk of a complete downfall. Moreover, he had no idea about Amun's current condition—whether he was still being pursued by the "True Maker," or whether he might suddenly appear beside him, seizing everything. With this in mind, Crane once again set out on his journey. ………… In the underground chamber of a house in South Wilshire. The few Sequence-7 Exceptionals remaining in the Abraham family had gathered here as per agreement. "That's exactly what happened," Dorian Gray recounted the words of the "Gate" gentleman as relayed by his student, Folsom. "After years of exile and sealing, the Primordial has gone mad—only occasionally regaining clarity. Even when speaking directly to Him, one must endure a hostile contamination of the spirit." A man wearing gold-framed spectacles, resembling a university professor, sighed. "So that's it...?" His expression revealed a sense of relief, as though finally acknowledging that the family's curse originated in the Primordial's desperate pleas. After a brief pause, he spoke with firm determination. "We must find a way to free the Primordial. Only then will our own curses be completely lifted." "Wilder, are you mad?" "Bringing back an already mad Angel King will destroy the entire family!" Dorian couldn't help but rebuke him. The man named Veldu glanced at the other family members and then said, with a serious expression, "Therefore, we must act swiftly—while the Primordial still retains some awareness—so that He returns to the real world. Once He breaks free from the state of exile and sealing, and once He has sufficient anchors, He will gradually regain His senses. Dorian, you have fallen! You no longer strive to restore the family's glory and bring us back to the pinnacle of the northern and southern continents. Instead, you merely wish for a stable, ordinary life. And can you truly be certain that the 'Fool' will continue to offer protection? Perhaps one day, He will grow as distant as the Seven Gods—no longer responding to most of our petitions." Dorian remained silent for several seconds before saying, "The risks here are undoubtedly lower than those of helping the Primordial free. Since I've embraced the 'Fool' and prayed to Him with unwavering devotion, I haven't experienced the 'Full-Moon Rhapsody' for several months now. If I weren't already past my prime, I'd have full confidence in taking the elixir and becoming a Sequence 6 Archivist. Even with that, given a little more time, I'm still quite certain I can advance. For someone of my age, who has surpassed a certain threshold, this is possible. Our younger generations—our grandchildren—will surely break free from these limitations and have the opportunity to open the doors to the realm of half-divine, half-human beings." Veldu's complexion wasn't very good, so Dorian softened his tone. "More importantly, we simply don't have the strength to complete that ritual right now. Regardless of the path, any half-god we face is formidable. In particular, the half-gods corresponding to the 'Seer' and the 'Thief' are renowned for their cunning, unpredictability, and danger. Even if we're willing to sacrifice ourselves and deploy our 'Level 0' seals, it will be difficult to catch them." Veldu pushed up his gold-framed glasses and exhaled slowly. "I won't prevent you from turning to the 'Fool'—if you can secure that presence and help free the Primordial, that would be the ideal outcome. But until then, I will do my best to prepare the ritual, Dorian. You must remember that the lineage and honor of the Abraham family stem entirely from the Primordial. Without Him, there is nothing for us. If a sacrifice is required, then it shall be mine." With that, he stood up, put on his hat, and walked toward the exit of the basement. Dorian watched him go, and only after a while did he sigh, "Veldu has been studying various esoteric texts, hoping to find a way to completely resolve the family's curse. I think such determination has already seeped into his very blood..." The other members of the Abraham family nodded in turn, "Once he confirms he can't complete the ritual, he'll likely give up..." They quietly hoped Veldu would succeed, though they felt that success was almost impossible. These workers had participated in the construction of the port, the church, and the art gallery, and thus knew well how heavy the gray-white stone truly was. They remembered that even with logs, horses, and machinery, transporting stone-like materials had been a great challenge—yet here, the "half-giants" moved them as if carrying toys. Such strength was truly extraordinary. When Deric saw that the town's outer walls and several buildings had already begun to take shape thanks to the efforts of the Silver City Explorers' team, he nodded and said to Cantiss and Liavall, "We should return to Silver City and report what has happened there." None of the members of the Silver City Explorers' team objected; they all enthusiastically agreed with Elder Deric's decision. Though they had only recently arrived, they had already grown deeply fond of their new "home," of the warm sunlight, of the quiet evenings under the Red Moon, and they were eager to share these experiences with their families and friends. Derek noticed this and unconsciously straightened his back. He held himself in check, preventing a smile from breaking through, and spoke calmly to Cantiss: "You and I will return to Silver City to report the situation to the Chief and the other elders of the Six-Body Council. Yes, Ginoth—come as well. Liarval, you'll be in charge of maintaining order here." He was concerned that, on his own, he might not be able to gain the trust of the current Chief, Weyt Hilmon and the others, so he brought in two additional companions. After assigning these tasks, Derek led Cantiss and Ginoth to a quiet corner of the newly established Silver City. Bowing his head and clasping his hands together, he prayed to the "Fool," making a wish to return to Silver City immediately. Silently, the scene around them first blurred and stretched, then stabilized and quickly sharpened. Before them emerged a wall with grass strands gently swaying. Just a few seconds later, Deric and his two subordinates returned to outside the gates of Silver City. "…What a miracle this is…" Cantiss rubbed her eyes with the hand not holding her weapon, sincerely marveling. She had envisioned many ways to return to Silver City, but never imagined it would happen so simply. To her, this was a true miracle bestowed by the gods. Ginord shook the glass lantern in his hand, murmuring without thinking: "This is much brighter than the leather lanterns." Before he could finish, he realized what he had said, and smiled warmly, free of any cloud of doubt. This time, they would be the dawn messengers who led the people of Silver City out of the land abandoned by the gods. Deric exhaled, maintaining his outward composure: "We'll immediately go find the chief and arrange for everyone to be ready for the relocation." He had heard many stories from the Master of Inversion about near-misses that had only narrowly failed—so he didn't want Silver City to meet a similar fate. Therefore, all the upcoming tasks must be seized as soon as possible. As they passed through the main gate, the silver-city guards, curious, observed the three explorers, seeing hope reflected in their rosy, glowing faces. "Have Liaval and the others not returned yet?" someone asked anxiously, fearing that the other exploration teams had already been lost. Deric simply replied, "They remain outside, establishing a temporary camp." The guards did not press further, fearing they would delay the timeline, and merely watched as Deric and the others proceeded toward the Twin Towers. Not long after, Deric, Cantiss, and Ginoed met with Chief Veth Hilmon and the remaining members of the "Council of Six," summarizing in brief the observations their small team had gathered outside. At the conclusion of their report, they presented delicate mechanical items—such as a pocket watch and a music box—as tangible evidence. A dark indigo symbol etched across his forehead, Wytor Hilmon, along with the other members of the Six Council, exchanged glances and remarked, "Your experiences feel like a dream—no, even if I were dreaming, I couldn't imagine such a scene." He then grew serious and asked, "Has the underground vault where we store the seals been constructed?" "It's the very first building we've completed," Darien replied with absolute confidence. Wytor nodded gently and immediately issued orders: "Have everyone gather at the training ground with their essential belongings. To ensure safety, we'll directly appeal to the Lord of the Fool, asking Him to transport us there." Pausing slightly, he added, "The Lord of the Fool previously issued a divine decree instructing us to wait three more hours for the ancient settlers from the Moon City to join us. However, that does not prevent us from making these preparations in advance." "Also, let everyone know that the environment in Ryūjō City is difficult, and many people have already shown signs of distortion—please view them with a normal, grounded perspective." Although the people of Shirogami City primarily rely on Black-Leaf as their staple food, they occasionally consume the flesh of monsters to replenish their strength, which occasionally results in children born with abnormalities. Thus, this phenomenon is neither unfamiliar nor surprising to them. "Excellent!" The other members of the "Six-Person Council" responded without hesitation, their faces glowing with renewed enthusiasm. This time, they were no longer merely seeing the dawn—they were now welcoming the daylight.