After circling the ancient island three times, the "Dawn" finally set course toward the distant horizon shrouded in storm. Bernadette slowly withdrew her gaze, fixing her attention on the "Sage's Crest" floating in the air. As a "Master of Prophecy," she clearly saw the moment of her ascension, understood that she had completed the necessary rites and averted a disaster involving higher powers. Yet the price had been the personal sealing of her father—her father she had long cherished,思念ed for over a hundred years, pursued for over a hundred years. "What a perfect irony," Bernadette murmured, gazing at the vertical eyes set in diamonds. Since leaving Intis, her two primary aspirations had been twofold: first, to uncover the truth behind the events and determine whether she had misunderstood her father, and second, to follow in her father's footsteps, to learn what life he had lived and whether there remained a possibility of his resurrection. Her first wish had already been fulfilled. The truth was that she had indeed misunderstood her father. This brought her a sense of relief, eased her lingering doubts, and completely dissolved her resentment toward him—though it also added a deep sense of regret. Carrying this regret and her long-standing yearning, she worked tirelessly to realize her second wish, only to find the outcome rather disappointing. If there had been no hope at all, she might not have reacted so strongly; yet she had clearly seen the light, had seen her father, and yet was forced to gently return him to sleep. After a quiet moment, the slightly blurred gaze in Bernadette's eyes regained clarity. She no longer hesitated, no longer blamed herself, nor did she allow herself to be overwhelmed by negative emotions. With steady resolve, she raised her right hand and, in the air, traced one after another of the ancient, shimmering words, summoning the ethereal being—half-human, half-wind—thereby retrieving the auxiliary materials for the "Sage" potion from it. As for the remaining items, since they didn't require special preservation, they were stored in the collection room of the "Dawn." Not long after, Bernadette, using "Pale Death," shattered the "Wise One's Crest" and prepared the potion that would elevate her to Sequence 2. Gazing at the potion, bubbling gently, each bubble housing a clear eye, Bernadette raised her right hand firmly and brought the glass bottle to her lips. She knew that at this moment, what was needed was not sorrow, nor sentimentality, but steadfast resolve and unwavering determination—because to help her father, Emperor Roscel, escape the contamination and achieve complete revival, she would need a higher sequence and greater strength. For this, she was willing to bury her pain deep within her heart, letting it no longer affect her mental state, and only revisit it alone in the quiet of the night, when no one was around to witness it. With the infusion of the "Wise One" potion, Bernadette's body became increasingly ethereal, visible to the naked eye. She dissolved into complex streams of knowledge, transforming into the form of an information current. The entire "Dawn" vessel, as well as the surrounding wind, rain, lightning, sea, and waves, likewise lost their tangible presence, seeming to revert to the most fundamental and varied streams of information. For most Sequence 3 "Seers" who have taken the "Revealer" path, such a state is highly dangerous—should their will be weak, their luck poor, or their preparation insufficient, their own form will be swiftly permeated, eroded, and assimilated by the external information flow within seconds, resulting in a rapid loss of consciousness and an irreversible dissolution into their physical form. They would then become a mysterious and formidable entity known in the esoteric traditions as a "Knowledge Sprite"—also referred to as an "Information Being." Bernadette, relying on the "Wise One's Crest," had previously transformed herself into a surge of information on several occasions—though each such surge lasted only a few seconds and didn't persist long—she had nonetheless gained some experience. At this moment, she was striving to maintain her own consciousness and establishing a connection with ethereal information that prevented a high-level catastrophe. This information bore her distinct imprint, was of an exceptionally high caliber, and appeared remarkably "solid," resisting disruption from other information streams for a short time. It helped her stabilize her consciousness and gradually gather the dispersed, fading flow of her original self. Meanwhile, on the gray mist above, Caine, using specially marked prayer points, gently tapped the weathered edge of the long table. Leveraging the "Miracle-Worker's" ability to subtly alter the probabilities of certain events or actions, he granted Bernadette a measure of favorable fortune. Time passed, second by second, and Bernadette several times hovered on the brink of unconsciousness, only to recover, gathering all her own information and beginning to reassemble her body. Gradually, she began to sense Cadricia, the "Star Above," reaching out with concern, and felt the daily prayers of the members of "Elemental Dawn" and her own crew and sailors. This steadied her condition, enabling her to resist the ancient will slowly emerging within her. At this moment, however, a series of subtle messages—originating from an unknown source—seized the opportunity as Bernadette restructured her body, attempting to merge with her. This was interference from the "Hidden Sage!" As an embodiment of knowledge and information in this world, and as a near-Sequence 0 representative of the "Observer Path," the "Hidden Sage" could exert a certain influence on those of lower sequence within the same path. Without giving Bernadette a chance to use her pale mask, the "curtain" that Clary wore gently rose. Around Bernadette, space and time suddenly warped, isolating her area from the outside world and cutting off all information exchange. Seizing this unexpected stillness, Bernadette completely restructured her body and, using her own anchor, initially stabilized the terrifying will emerging within her. At this moment, she truly became Him—became a Sequence 2 Angel of the "One Who Sees Secretly," a distinguished figure in the mystical world worthy of being revered as a "Hidden Presence." Immediately afterward, she observed the distorted space and time around her returning to normal, and saw streams of hidden information flowing toward her. She then extended her right hand, effortlessly grasping those streams and extracting the valuable knowledge they contained. As Bernadette prepared to return from the spiritual realm to the physical one, a sudden glow of orange appeared before her eyes. This glow instantly coalesced into a plump elderly man with a white beard. With a warm smile, he spoke: "Madam, I am 'The Orange Light,' Hilaryon." “The Orange Light…” Bernadette was puzzled, unsure why Hilary昂, the Orange Light, had appeared before her—prior to this, they had had little interaction. As the leader of the “Elemental Dawn” and formerly a “Mystic,” she was well acquainted with the Seven Lights of the spiritual realm, even having mastered the ritual of praying to them to receive guidance. She knew that each of the seven pure lights symbolized aspects of the spiritual world, embodying boundless knowledge across various domains, and that in terms of dignity, they had reached the level of angels. She had a vague sense of the answer, yet still found it hard to believe, for the Seven Radiant Lights of the Spirit Realm were equally prominent figures in the mystical world—though even the true gods of Sequence 0 found it no easy task to command them. "Lord of the Great Sovereigns," Hilaryon smiled warmly. The Lord of the Great Sovereigns... Bernarda repeated the title, her thoughts swirling like a tide. Hilaryon glanced at her and smiled gently. "He also holds another title: 'Mr. The Fool.'" ... In a stretch of sea, aboard the "Future" navigating the safe route. Gadrya suddenly awoke from her dream, drenched in cold sweat. In the dream, she had seen the Queen fall lifeless, her chest and abdomen torn open, from which a creature resembling a newborn infant emerged. As a "Mystic," a "Mystic" who ascended to her rank through a single drop of blood from the "Fate Serpent," Cadrya believes her dreams are never random—they always foretell something. Clearly, however, the dream she just experienced was not a good one. With her mind unsettled, Cadrya turned over and sat up, donning her cloak, and attempted to pray to the "Wise One," hoping for a hint or at least protection for the Queen. Soon, a scene unfolded before her: "Mystic Queen" Bernadette stepped forth from the spiritual realm and returned to the "Dawn" ship, gradually guiding it away from the faintly visible, unnamed islands. Cadrya breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely thanked the "Wise One." After her prayer, she felt deeply joyful. She opened the windows of the captain's cabin, allowing the stars to gather and form a long bridge that settled upon the deck. She then put on her heavier glasses and walked step by step along the bridge of shimmering stars to the deck, strolling leisurely amid the quiet night atmosphere. When she reached the bow, Gabriella saw Frank Lee busy with various bottles and jars. "What are you doing?" Gabriella unconsciously furrowed her brows. Frank looked up, smiling warmly. "My initial ideas have encountered setbacks and are temporarily stalled," he said. "I asked Nina to bring me some soil from the deep sea to study the microorganisms it contains." With a sense of anticipation, he added, "Next vacation, I'd like to visit the deep waters of the North Sea or the icy world of the polar regions. Beneath those thick ice layers, there may still be ancient microorganisms from the Quaternary, Tertiary, even the Secondary and Primary periods—this could be incredibly enriching for me." You'll hardly have any vacation now... Gabriella thought silently. ……… Cain manifested a box, placed all four "Cards of Desecration" inside, sealed them layer by layer, and then immediately returned to the real world, heading straight for the nearest Night Church. He intended to inform the "Goddess of Night" through prayer about the risks posed by the "Cards of Desecration," urging her to pay close attention and ensuring that neither the "Mother" card nor the "Moon" card would be granted to the "Earth Mother" Lilith.