Layered illusory prayers entered his ears, and Klein, as if he now had a physical body, felt a throbbing pain deep in his head, wishing he could violently hit the wall to stop pain with pain.
The scenes of prayers from different people caused him an unstoppable, extremely terrifying dizziness, as if he were walking on the edge of an abyss, about to fall at any moment.
It was only because he had the "Black Emperor" card and Azik's copper whistle to reinforce his spiritual body, and he usually was accustomed to the feeling of being prayed to, that he wasn't already out of control, collapsing in pain, transforming into a monster, or breaking down into flesh. If it had been any other non‑demigod Sequence, they would have already succumbed.
All the extraordinary characteristics here, using that snake fang, had fused into a sealed artifact, and its danger level and negative effects far exceeded level "2"… Klein did not blindly approach; instead, he stepped back a few meters, leaving the area where prayers were concentrated, alleviating the pain and dizziness that could dissolve a spiritual body.
Standing beside Cavitua's muddy remains, he stared at the white scepter inserted into the half‑collapsed pillar, pondering how to take it away.
At the same time, he had naturally given the sealed artifact a name in his mind:
"Scepter of the Sea God!"
Yes, from the feelings and reactions just now, I can barely approach it and pull it out, but only for a few seconds; I can't carry or use it… However, it doesn't matter; as soon as I get it, I will end the summoning and return to the Gray Fog, which can effectively shield these thousands of prayers and the temporarily unknown negative effects, allowing me to study it safely… Klein quickly formed a plan.
No need to toss a coin; in his wraith state, he could instinctively communicate with the spirit world and receive revelations.
His spiritual intuition told him there was little danger.
Having made his decision, Klein began to clean up the mess and also see what could be found in the ancient elven ruins.
He first walked to a corner, picked up the translucent "Bio‑toxin Bottle", screwed on the lid, and stored it inside his body. Then, turning back, he noticed a half‑hidden iron cigarette case under Cavitua's muddy remains.
This… I thought it had been swallowed by Cavitua and corroded into residue… Klein clicked his tongue in wonder and quickly walked over.
Because he was still numb from the electric shocks in the sea water, he raised his right hand lightly, letting the iron cigarette case slowly float up and fall into his palm.
With a glance, Klein saw that the surface of the iron cigarette case was covered with signs of corrosion, but it was still barely usable. As for the other items that had been sucked away by the sea whirlpool, there was no trace.
"Was it the aura of the Gray Fog that made Cavitua uncomfortable and caused him to spit it out on the spot, or had the iron cigarette case mutated and was not corroded quickly enough, lasting until Cavitua's death?" Klein wondered as he put the case into his body, planning to study it later.
In such circumstances, every second counted; there could be no delay, because Klein didn't know when the Church of Storms and the kingdom's military would find this place!
He detoured around the half‑collapsed pillar and entered the almost completely collapsed rear hall.
There were supposed to be many murals here, but with the destruction of the walls, they had crumbled away. Klein flew to the end until he saw an exquisite and luxurious throne buried under rocks and pillars, with only about a third exposed.
To the left of the throne, a half of a mural remained, showing the confrontation of two figures:
Looking down at the enemy was a man standing on waves, with dark clouds overhead and wrapped in a storm. He had soft facial contours with a hint of Eastern style reminiscent of Klein's previous life. In his hand, he held a spear made entirely of lightning, and in the background was an ocean covering everything.
Below this man was a person in a simple white robe, his face blurred and age difficult to determine, but barely identifiable as male.
The white robe was very classical, and behind his head was a halo, quietly radiating brilliance like a sun.
Under his feet was an illusory circle divided into twelve cells, each containing a symbol representing a different time.
Behind him hid a shadow like a curtain, and within that shadow, an eye seemed to be silently peeping outside.
With his solid mystical foundation and wide knowledge from various sources, Klein quickly made an interpretation:
Waves, storms, dark clouds, lightning… This should be the ancient god "Elf King" Sounia Solrem… Indeed, as in legends, elf facial features are quite soft… This ancient "Lord of Storms" does not feel irritable, his looks are unexpectedly good, ha. This is a mural in elven ruins; it's normal to beautify their own god…
Sun‑like halo, circle divided into twelve symbols representing time… This… Isn't this the father of Amon and Adam, known as the Ancient Sun God in the outside world and revered as the Omniscient and Almighty God in Silver City? There's a shadow curtain behind him, and an eye hidden behind it… Right, the "True Creator" has an image of the "Eye Behind the Shadow Curtain"! (Note 1)
Indeed, this is the "Creator" who reclaimed the authority of ancient gods and had eight "Angel Kings"?
Does this mural depict the "Elf King" Sounia Solrem opposing the "Creator"?
Klein withdrew his gaze and looked for other valuables.
Following his spiritual intuition, he came beside the throne, reached his hand into the bottom of the collapsed rocks and pillars, and pulled out an item.