Klein watched as a crimson flame suddenly burst out and engulfed him.
When the embers scattered, his silhouette had disappeared from Saint Samuel Church.
In the empty room of an ordinary hotel, Klein walked out of a sudden jet of flame and began to set up a ritual to pray for a bestowal.
Soon, a mysterious door formed of candlelight opened, and an ancient-styled ornament flew out from the boundless darkness, landing on the altar.
The ornament seemed to be forged from gold, shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by wings of pale flame. Its bronze-colored eyes shimmered with layers of light, as if hiding one illusory door after another.
Klein sincerely thanked the "Goddess of the Night", ended the ritual, and picked up the golden bird-shaped ornament.
"This seems to be the image of the legendary Primordial Phoenix, Greygarry…
"This ancient God of Death, besides its own Pathway, seems to also hold part of the Authority of the 'Apprentice' Pathway. This can be preliminarily confirmed from the ruins of the city-state in the Forsaken Land of the Gods that worshipped the phoenix…
"No wonder most Ancient Gods struggled to control their emotions, teetering on the verge of madness, or rather, constantly wavering between madness and sanity… Before the first 'Blasphemy Slate' appeared, all supernatural beings had no concept of Sequences and Pathways, only the instinct to converge, reproduce, and blind attempts…" Klein sighed inwardly as he carefully examined the golden bird ornament.
As the master of the "Sour Castle", he could sense a subtle connection between this ornament and the "River of Eternal Darkness".
"So it's able to bear the water of the 'River of Eternal Darkness'? Hmm, the water of that river certainly isn't water in the literal sense, but rather an abstract concept or symbol." Klein nodded thoughtfully, casually tossing the golden bird ornament into the "Sour Castle", sealing it in a pile of odds and ends to avoid any unnecessary accidents.
…………
On a mountain peak outside Bayam City.
The evil spirit of the "Red Angel" watched the edge of the sea gradually lighten as an orange sun slowly broke free of the horizon.
Unbeknownst to him, a young man in a pointed soft hat and a classical black robe had appeared beside him.
The man toyed with a crystal monocle, placing it over his right eye. It was Amon, who had already become "Mr. Error".
Sauron Einhorn Medici turned his head and glanced at Amon:
"You actually sent your true body out as a sacrifice."
"If it weren't my true body, how would I have been able to steal the ritual in time and replace Bethel?" Amon replied with a smile. "As a proper 'Conspirator', you should have thought of this."
The evil spirit of the "Red Angel" scoffed:
"How do I know you're not bluffing me? Maybe you predicted my prediction?"
Amon smiled without giving a direct answer. Instead, he took out a strange crown completely covered in rust and bloodstains.
"This is your payment." He tossed the item to Sauron Einhorn Medici.
After catching the strange crown, the "Red Angel" evil spirit was rather surprised:
"Yo, you actually didn't try to stiff me."
"Acting against your expectations is also a form of deception." Amon pinched the monocle over his right eye and said with a laugh, "I'm really looking forward to you becoming the 'Red Priest' and devouring that Demoness. When that happens, your image is sure to be very interesting."
As he said this, his smile was laced with undisguised malicious amusement.
Sauron Einhorn Medici was silent for a moment before saying:
"I don't think it will be fundamentally different from now."
A bloody mouth split open on each side of his face and quickly closed again.
Amon adjusted the monocle on his right eye, turned his head to look at the other side of the sea, and said:
"The situation in the Western Continent seems quite interesting."
With that, this "Mr. Error", once the "Angel of Time", transformed into light and vanished.
The "Red Angel" evil spirit followed Amon's gaze towards that place, tossing and catching the strange crown in his hand.
The bloody mouths on both sides of His face appeared again and spoke separately:
"After absorbing this Beyonder characteristic, you'd better stay away from Bansy."
"If you wish to grow breasts and bloat all over, you can also continue to stay there."
Medici twisted his lips and said:
"Shouldn't that be your wish?"
…………
Facing the altar covered in materials and implements, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers with a crisp *pop*.
The table in front of him instantly became empty and clean, and all the sundries were neatly returned to their original places.