On a beach illuminated by the twilight glow, the slightly blurred, Faint Blue Door gently trembled. Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, slowly stepped out, calmly adjusted his monocle, and looked toward the Giant Kings Court not far away.
A mountain bathed in twilight stood there, upon which countless palaces and high towers were solidified. The gray-blue building, standing at the highest point and covered in complex symbols, was clearly the Giant King's Residence, the Resting Place of Dark Angel Sasrir.
The monocle subsequently emitted a faint light, and countless symbols, patterns, and markings appeared, swiftly moving and intertwining, as if calculating something.
The next second, a vast river of quicksilver, composed of countless symbols connected end-to-end, surged forth, obscuring all gazes attempting to spy on the Giant Kings Court.
"How stingy..."
Amon clicked his tongue, ignoring the Circulation of Fate quietly forming around him. Before Ouroboros could descend, his figure dissolved into specks of light and vanished into the boundless darkness outside the Giant Kings Court.
Inside the room at the top of the Round Tower in the City of Silver.
Cavendish stood in front of the window, looking down at the City of Silver, which resembled the arrival of daytime due to Derrick Berg's advancement to Unshadowed. Simultaneously, he used his Angel status to respond to the prayers of the residents of Moon City on the other side of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, digesting his Miracle Invoker potion.
His action of responding to the prayers suddenly froze. The Angel-level Seer's intuition gave Cavendish a strong premonition of danger, as if something was boring into his body.
"Oh no!"
Cavendish's eyes suddenly narrowed. He unleashed his Angelic authority without reservation as a warning, while his true body swiftly swapped positions with a certain Bizarro Sorcerer Puppet and attempted to enter the Historical Void.
But all of this was useless. Apart from the instinctively released pressure, all thoughts of subsequent actions seemed to have been stolen.
Since his advancement to Angel, this was the first time Cavendish had so clearly experienced the helplessness of being suppressed by a higher Sequence.
"Little fellow, no need to be nervous..."
A voice carrying a slight smile softly drifted over, simultaneously stealing the thought of Cavendish preparing to reveal his Mythical Creature Form to fight desperately, leaving the Miracle Invoker standing blankly, staring at the figure wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle that had appeared before him.
The Angel-level pressure caused the Divine Sealed Artifact "Crown of Glory" at the base of the Round Tower to burst forth in reaction, making Audrey Hall, who had just helped the little Sun complete his advancement ritual, slightly stunned.
After confirming she couldn't contact Cavendish, the expression of this Personality Avatar instantly became solemn. She stopped the "Council of Six" who wanted to rush to the top of the Round Tower and, without hesitation, used the emergency contact method Aaron had left for her.
In the Nation of Disorder, Aaron, who was continuously deepening his connection with the Nine Mausoleums, was feeling the potion digestion feedback brought about by fully taking over Loen and implementing new policies. His spirituality was immediately triggered.
After understanding the situation, Aaron raised a hand. The Star of Faith symbolizing Cavendish instantly burst into bright light, and the True Vision revealed made His brow twitch slightly:
Cavendish was sitting cross-legged, his expression gloomy yet helpless. Inside the not-so-spacious room, Amons were either strolling leisurely or discussing various issues with each other.
In the City of Silver, and even in the darkness further outside that was not illuminated by light, faintly glowing monocles "grew" out of every corner!
Seemingly sensing Aaron's gaze, the Amon in front of Cavendish suddenly looked up, adjusted the monocle carved from crystal, and, along with all the other Amons, looked up at the sky, the curve of his mouth widening:
"This little city-state is truly lively. The Lord of Order, The Fool, and even the Lunatic's believers are gathered here. Tsk tsk, how interesting."
"Moreover, I can sense that the great secret originally hidden in the City of Silver is gone. I presume you took it."
"It's a pity I came at a bad time; the lucky fellow who obtained Sefirah Castle isn't here. However, this city-state must be the ritual he was hoping to use to advance to Miracle Invoker..."
Aaron watched the Amons in the True Vision expressionlessly, his tone turning cold as he interrupted Amon straightforwardly:
"Your goal!"
Amon curled his lip, still unsatisfied, patted Cavendish who had become sluggish again, and responded with a smile:
"I'm just here to retrieve an item. I'm no longer very interested in such small desserts, much less this city-state. Unfortunately, I didn't find it on him, so I had to resort to some rough methods."
"One Angel plus this city-state in exchange for the key that opens Sasrir's Resting Place—I don't think you would refuse such a sincere transaction, would you?"
It finally came... Aaron remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly and summoned the black iron key that Cavendish had recently re-sacrificed from the Pile of Miscellaneous Items.
With the isolation provided by the Forsaken Land of the Gods, He no longer held an absolute constraint over Amon, who had gathered the last portion of the Worm of Time characteristic. He knew Amon would not be content to wait for Him to send someone to open Sasrir's Resting Place step by step.
"Plans ultimately cannot keep up with changes..."
Aaron engraved a contract on the key, witnessed by the Nation of Disorder, ensuring the safety of Cavendish and the City of Silver after the transaction was completed. Only then did Aaron open the Door of Sacrifice and Bestowment.
"Just like Solomon back then, always fond of making tedious and boring contracts..."
Amon curled his lip, raised his hand to take the key, and completed the final step of the contract. As long as He had not truly become Error, He would be subject to the corresponding constraints.
The curve of his mouth widened further. Amon played with the key in his hand, allowing beams of light transformed from Worms of Time to gather around him, before gracefully pressing down on his pointed soft hat and vanishing without a trace into the sky.
In the Feysac Empire, in Saint Milion along the coasts of the Midseashire, a great storm arose in Aurmir Palace, the symbol of the Einhorn Imperial Family. Blazing purple flames instantly ignited the entire sky, almost complementing the Twilight Giant Palace outside Saint Milion City.
A giant representing Calamity, composed of various symbolic elements like flame, appeared in the churning dark clouds. Its flesh and blood were gone, and purple flames filled the space around its charred black metal skeleton, forming a seemingly complete body.
Phantom symbols derived from lightning, hail, and other phenomena continuously burst forth from the Calamity Giant's body, blossoming into blackened purple fire and various weather phenomena, which quickly converged and transformed into a massive, Iron-Black Seat slightly stained with blood.
Peter Einhorn I, having successfully advanced to Conqueror, leaned against the god-like magnificent Black Iron Throne, feeling the immense power within him that yearned to conquer all. His eyes, replaced by flames, looked across the Midseashire toward the Amanda Mountains, and his grand, majestic voice ignited the unrestrained fighting spirit in the hearts of the Feysac soldiers:
"Attack!"