As soon as the animals sensed the intrusion of strangers—some wearing hats and overcoats, others in elaborate, flowing gowns—they all stirred simultaneously, fixing克莱恩 with intense, aggressive glances. In that moment,克莱恩, who had been embodying the demeanor of "pride," felt as though every inhabitant of the city were now his adversary. Having observed the Council meetings through the lens of the "Justice" lady, he was well acquainted with the state of "Eden." He understood that the animals who walked upright on the streets, dressed like humans, were manifestations of the "Beastly Desire"—more abstract, conceptual, and conscious entities, rather than physical beings. In other words, they lacked the "spiritual thread"; they would not suffer physical injury. If that were the case,克莱恩 could have neatly suspended them all, hanging them in mid-air, allowing them to sway gently in the wind. The very next instant, led by the bear whose formal attire was nearly bursting at the seams, the animals of "Eden" surged forth—some revealing their fangs, others growling softly—pouring from every direction toward克莱恩. Once embraced or bitten by them, beings would be contaminated by the corresponding "beastly desire," and could only resist through their own will or exceptional abilities from a few sources such as the "audience." Facing this situation, Caine, wearing a half-high silk hat, gently tapped his "Staff of the Stars" with a composed demeanor, then raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and swiftly closed them. Instantly, the "Garden of Eden," composed of Gothic-style architecture, was enveloped in shadow, as though draped with a massive curtain. "The Realm of Mystery," the embryonic form of the divine realm! By sealing off the "Garden of Eden" in this manner, Caine prevented its powerful inhabitants from fleeing. Then, with his staff tapping the ground, he advanced step by step, moving like a gentleman strolling after dinner. The animals dressed in human garments and mimicking humans naturally converged around him, instinctively altering their paths and embracing one another in pairs. The serpent, its core exposed, devoured the canine creature filled with mating fervor; the strange being with a斑斓spider's face ensnared the red-eyed giant mouse in a web of silk; the furious, wild werewolf tore at the languid cat; the upright, dressed in formal attire brown bear embraced the smooth, lustrous fox... These animals, representing various aspects of "feline desire," fused with one another in pairs, counterbalancing each other. Klein, who held the power of "grafting," walked slowly through their midst, as if inspecting the balance between "humanity" and "feline desire." Step by step, he reached the towering church, more than eighty meters high, and paused. Then, he raised his head and gazed for two seconds at the skulls embedded in the black pillars. Klein's expression remained unchanged. He raised his left hand, touched his hat, and stepped up the stairs into the church. He immediately saw a grand and spacious hall, with a massive cross and a towering gray-white dragon statue coiled around it. In front of the cross stood a modest long table, with five chairs on each side. At the head of the table sat a man in a black wheelchair, his face unnaturally pale, with long, light yellow eyebrows, his hair neatly combed back, and a few lines of wrinkles on his forehead. This was Bolí. Delor, the leader of the Psychological Alchemy Guild, also renowned as the recluse Eric. Derek and the "King of the Black Throne," Barlos. Hopkins. Of course, at this moment, whether he was the primary self or one of these identities remained unknown. As Germain. Sparro, wearing a silk hat and a black coat, approached slowly and with a strong sense of presence, Bolí. Delor tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair. When the other entered the "Garden," he immediately yearned to leave this city of the soul, yet he failed to do so. The mask of "arrogance" worn upon his face—his eyes lifted to the brow—seemed to mock him. Huffing, Paul Delaunay swiftly calmed his emotions, and a clear, ethereal glow ignited in his eyes. Before him, this glow coalesced into one pair after another of holy, dreamlike wings, beneath which stood a pure, radiant figure kneeling on one knee in solemn prayer—an angel. At Paul Delaunay's left appeared an elderly man with completely white hair, appearing ordinary in appearance; at his right stood a priest dressed in simple white robes, his light golden beard partially concealing his face. Ancient angel Hermes! "The Dreamer" Adam! Klein continued his slow, steady advance, murmuring softly: "I hope all that is false shall vanish." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers once. The light angel, Hermes, and the "Imaginist" Adam instantly dissolved and vanished, leaving only Paul Delaunay seated alone in his black wheelchair. He had just employed the extraordinary ability of the "Dreamweaver"—weaving several figures so lifelike they appeared nearly real. Once the enemy perceived them as genuine, they became real; though the damage inflicted lacked physical substance, it nonetheless caused the target to die slowly and unconsciously in their dreams. Paul Delaunay had already caused countless victims to die from nightmares. Unfortunately, he now faced Kline, an angel king who could remain awake and perceive reality within dreams. Using the power of the "Miracle Worker"—the power of "wishes"—Kline effortlessly shattered the illusion. Seeing this, Paul Delaunay's eyes briefly fluttered, and without further hesitation, he pushed himself up with both hands and stood firmly from his black wheelchair. During this process, his body rapidly expanded, transforming into a colossal dragon covered in vast gray-white scales. "Dragonification!" — an incomplete mythic being form! Compared to the Sequence 4 "Manipulator," Bauli Delor exhibited an even more expansive incomplete mythic form, with notable changes in the head, more reptilian than human. The pale golden vertical eyes, the intricate, enigmatic scale patterns on his face—cold and distorted. As this incomplete mythic form manifested, a storm of thoughts, spirits, desires, and wills surged throughout the grand, open hall, semi-phantom, semi-real, sweeping in and invading Klein's mental island. This was a fusion of "mental deprivation" and "spiritual plague," capable of contaminating and driving any affected being mad on the spot. For the angels, such an assault was most perilous, for their spiritual states were inherently unstable, prone to immediate collapse should the balance tilt even slightly. As soon as he saw this scene, even though Paul Delaunay had already become an incomplete mythical being, his thoughts froze—his body stiffened in place. The massive gray-white dragon seemed like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, its head filled with sticky paste and its joints entirely rusted. He had dared to gaze directly upon the magnificent entity that was beyond his reach! Upon the gray mist, seated in the "Fool's" position, Caine immediately dissolved the disordered historical projection. At the very moment he entered the "Garden" and drew forth the "Staff of Stars," he had exchanged places with the historical image projected by the "Spirit Beings" within the "Source Citadel"—and thus returned directly to his own ancient palace. Though he was fully aware that the "Idealist" Adam had journeyed to the abandoned divine realm, striving to merge with the "True Creator," and would thus be unable to manifest his true form for the time being, only sending forth representatives, and therefore could not pose a real threat to him—the King among the Kings of Angels—Caine still felt it prudent to proceed with caution, lest he fall into Adam's or Amun's trap. Then, he summoned once more the version of himself from the haze of history—the one wearing the mask of pride, holding the staff of the stars—and projected him back into the church within the Garden of Eden. Watching Bauli Delaure, now largely stripped of his senses and unable to control his own body, Caine did not immediately manipulate the "spirit thread" connecting them, transforming that great dragon of the mind into his own secret companion. Instead, he maintained the same pace and rhythm, slowly approaching Bauli. To Bauli, Germán Sparrow seemed nothing less than death itself—arriving not swiftly, but with its own steady pace, inevitable and unescapable. At that moment, the massive dragon statue on the great cross behind him stirred. With no discernible difference in timing or motion, Caine raised his left hand and suddenly pulled it downward. The shadow curtain enveloping the Garden instantly contracted, drawing the great cross, the gray-white dragon statue, and Bauli Delaure all within its folds. The very next moment, Caine raised the "curtain." The incomplete mythic being transformed by Bauli Delaure fused with the massive cross, forming a gnarled great tree. The gray-white dragon statue connected the entire "Eden," transforming the city outside the church into an exceptionally ethereal, ocean-like expanse that embraced all hues. This was not the "Chaos Sea," but rather a borrowed version, whose purpose Caine had redefined and restructured. At that moment, Germain Sparo, who had been walking steadily, reached the side of the "gnarled great tree." Raising his right hand, he cast his "Star Staff" at Bauli Delaure, whose expression remained stunned yet subtly fearful. The staff, embedded with various gemstones, struck the fusion with force, cleaving it into two separate parts. With a series of crisp thuds, the body formed by Bauli Delaure and the massive cross crumbled, piece by piece, to the ground. The leader of the "Soul Alchemy Circle" died without even being able to leave a final message. While waiting for the extraordinary qualities of Paul Delaunay to emerge, Caine glanced around and murmured to himself, "Indeed, Hermes' true intention has always been to use the power behind the 'Justice' lady to dismantle 'Eden,' thereby freeing himself from Adam. The words of the Mind Dragon, Aeryhorg, have solidified this resolve. "Yet, I must have a few seals preserved—there's no need to carry everything away. Perhaps, then, this rabbit should wear the mask of 'Greed,' not 'Wrath'? Though future Soul Alchemy Circles may arise, the force behind them will no longer be the Twilight Hermit's Circle, but Hermes himself."