Because of his previous exploration of City of Silver, Klein knew which places were dangerous and how to avoid them. It didn't take long for him to follow the path, passing through the " Forest of Decay," the " Desolate Tunnel," and the ancient elevator, to reach the place where the Watchers lived.
After waiting for a while, until the " Curtain " above the Gray Fog split in two, revealing the Beyonder Characteristic of the " Attendant of Mysteries," Klein reached out and pulled out his past self.
He wasn't sure if other divine kingdoms would be isolated from the Fog of History, but at least the " Giant King's Court," without a master and without anyone to maintain it, did not hinder his attempts.
"Unfortunately, this matter involves too many levels, Divination cannot yield results, otherwise I would be more at ease..." Klein shook his head and muttered to himself.
He didn't rush into the Fog of History; instead, he took two items from his pocket and handed them to his projection.
One of them was a dark black wooden box containing the ashes of Groselle, the " Guardian of Giant ".
Klein never forgot his promise.
He originally intended to give Groselle's ashes to the little " The Sun " during his second exploration of the " Giant King's Court " and ask him to help with the burial. However, due to various entanglements, Klein himself ended up in the Forsaken Land of the Gods and entered the " Giant King's Court ".
As for the ascetic Snowman's ashes, Klein planned to scatter them into the golden ocean when he left the Forsaken Land, where the blood of the ancient sun god rippled.
After handing over the urn and the black iron key from " Vice Admiral Iceberg," Klein, as usual, leaped into the mist and rushed into the fragments of light from before the First Era, allowing his consciousness to naturally transfer to the summoned projection.
The projection wasn't carrying the " Staff of the Stars," but rather the " Creeping Hunger," because there was still a considerable distance to the Giant King's palace, with many giant golems blocking the way. Klein couldn't guarantee he could reach his destination within five minutes.
Immediately afterwards, he made the glove on his left hand transparent, and his entire body vanished from the spot.
The next second, Klein appeared outside the guard's quarters, carrying a giant black iron key, without " Teleportation " too far.
"Hmm, within the ' Giant King's Court,' most of the power has clearly declined... Only the guards recognized by the divine kingdom can perform at a relatively normal level? Uh, extraordinary abilities like ' Teleportation ' are also subject to additional suppression; I can only ' Blink ' within a small area... So it seems that even if I summon the ' Staff of the Stars,' I can't directly descend to the Giant King's palace through the corresponding scene I envision in my mind... No wonder it was once the ancient divine kingdom..." Klein carefully examined the impact of the environment.
Having made his initial assessment, he turned and walked back into the guardhouse, opened the wooden box he was holding in his right hand, and solemnly scattered Groselle's ashes into every corner.
According to the visions he saw in Groselle's dream, this guardhouse was where the Giant had lived and resided for a long time, and it was the "home" he remembered most vividly and cherished the most.
One can imagine that in those ancient times, Groselle and countless generations later, the rational " Giant Watchers" rested here, frolicked, exchanged rumors, discussed music, and devised fun games, without worrying about food or disease, happily living each day...
As Klein's hand trembled, the dust scattered and settled on the walls, the floor, the bedside, the tables, chairs, and the stone pillars.
The ever-present Red Light from outside the window illuminated everything, making it all seem peaceful.
As Klein scattered the last bit of ashes, the Twilight suddenly deepened slightly, allowing the dust from different locations to blend into the orange-red hue, becoming part of the divine realm.
Klein closed his eyes, seemingly sensing Groselle's joy.
A wanderer who had been forced to leave his homeland for more than three thousand years finally returned to the place he had longed for day and night.
The Twilight light softened, making Klein feel less repulsed.
"Hmm... It's like being acknowledged to some extent, becoming a partially accepted guardian." Klein's Spirituality spread out, confirming the change.
He didn't linger. Using the " Creeping Hunger " and the path previously explored by the City of Silver exploration team, he kept " Blink," sometimes circling around, sometimes dragging out the " Unshadowed Crucifix." He passed through the Hall of Conspiracy with relatively little difficulty and arrived next to the Giant King's residence. To his left was a railing made of a row of huge stone pillars, beyond which were pervasive orange-red clouds and a gently surging deep blue sea.
Taking a deep breath, Klein retreated back to the hall he had just come from, and reached out to pull out the Marionette Enuni, which had once belonged to him but had not yet been " Parasitism " by Amon.
Even if it's Historical Projection, he doesn't want to open the Door Opening himself!
Klein glanced at the somewhat dazed Enuni, then handed him the giant black iron key tucked under his arm, Manipulation him to leave the hall and walk along the stone pillar railing to the tallest and most magnificent building inside the " Giant King's Court ".
The Twilight there was almost tangible, covering the palace's surface and bringing a strong sense of decay, as if everything in the world was about to come to an end.
The palace is flanked by a spire on one side and a round tower on the other. The main entrance is painted in a gray-blue color and is covered with symmetrical and mysterious symbols. The overall height of the palace is well over ten meters.
On the left side of the door, about three or four meters high, there is a dark hole, about the size of an adult's fist.
Enuni stared for a few seconds, then raised the black iron key, which resembled a seven-stringed lyre, and brought it to the deep hole in front of him.
They fit together so perfectly that there wasn't a single gap.
As the giant black iron key sank into the deep hole, Klein, in the nearby hall, held his breath, ready to dissolve his own existence at any moment.
With a soft click, the black iron key in the hand of the Marionette Enuni touched the bottom.
It suddenly became soft, as if it had merged with the hole, and emitted beams of gray-blue light.
The various symbols, logos, and patterns on the double doors lit up and became prominent.
All this radiance quickly intertwined, pressing heavily inward, causing the grey-blue palace's main gate to slowly open.
The crack in the door widened, and suddenly Enuni's eyes saw a surging, dark, viscous, and illusory ocean.
"Not good... "Klein's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of danger surged into his mind.
Without any hesitation, his consciousness returned to his original body, severing the connection with the Historical Void image of himself.
The next second, his vision suddenly went dark, and a sharp pain shot through the left side of his head, as if someone had inserted a red-hot iron rod into it and was constantly stirring it.
At the same time, indistinguishable murmurs echoed in his ears, as if they came from an era even more ancient than the ancient.
Klein's expression instantly Distortion, becoming unusually ferocious.
He could barely maintain his rationality, but he no longer had the strength to remain trapped in the fragments of history.
Silently, Klein landed back at the guardian's quarters of the " Giant King's Court," and with a thought, he prepared to ascend above the Gray Fog.
Before undertaking such a dangerous task, he undoubtedly found reasons and excuses to arrange for all members of the Tarot Club to pray in order to awaken the autonomous "summoning" ability of the " Sefirah Castle," so that he could return to the Gray Fog in times of crisis without having to take four steps backward and chant incantations.
However, as soon as Klein's spirit saw the grayish-white mist and heard the familiar roar, it sensed the " Sefirah Castle's" rejection. It seemed to have received orders from someone and began to prevent Klein from entering.
To Klein's astonishment, a dark figure passed him and headed straight for " Sefirah Castle "!
This was not Amon, but a shadow whose aura was completely identical to his own!
Subconsciously, Klein influenced " Sefirah Castle " in reverse, giving it the intention of rejection.
Then, he succeeded; the shadow was also blocked by the gray-white mist.
Immediately afterwards, he and the shadow fell back into the real world.
After his spirit returned to his body, Klein bent over in unbearable pain, like a curled-up shrimp.
With a thud, his half-high silk hat fell to the ground.
After several seconds, Klein finally recovered, slowly straightened up, and turned his gaze to a glass window made of orange gemstone.
His current appearance was vaguely reflected in the window:
Divided by the bridge of the nose, the right side of the face is the same as usual, while countless things are crawling in and out of the left side of the face.
Klein's eyes narrowed slightly.
He quickly took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and regained control of the " Clown."
His clear image then appeared in his mind:
Wearing a black trench coat, with dark hair and brown eyes, and sharp features Gehrman Sparrow's right cheek remained normal, but his left cheek had become translucent, formed by Distortion worms.
His head was tilted downwards, his neck was in a similar position, and his body, which was covered by clothing, was in the same state.
On the verge of spiraling out of control... Hiss, a strong urge to go mad needs to be resisted... Why is this happening? Klein suddenly sensed something and instinctively lowered his head to look at his feet.
It was empty, devoid of any trace that should have been there.
The orange- Twilight light of dusk streamed in through the window, failing to create a single shadow beside Klein.
"Haha, I understand." Klein hunched over, letting out an uncontrollable laugh.
He suspected that the "seawater" gushing out of the Giant King not only "submerged" his Marionette and Historical Projection, but also used the latter to cut off his shadow, causing his spirit to lose its integrity and making it impossible to completely suppress the out-of-control tendencies.
That shadow, roughly equal to a fraction of him, could also influence the " Sefirah Castle," resulting in a situation where neither side could reach the Gray Fog.
The problem will be solved as long as that shadow is removed... Klein straightened his back as his right temple twitched.
Just then, the Red Light shining in from outside turned golden and became quite brilliant, making the entire " Giant King's Court " seem to have regressed from Twilight back to noon.
Klein's heart stirred, and he turned his gaze to the window, a scene vaguely appearing in his mind:
Before the tallest and most magnificent building of the " Giant King's Court," the Marionette Enuni stood facing the open gate.
The area inside the gate was completely dark, and nothing could be seen at all.
Suddenly, Enuni turned around and looked down.
His face was covered in shadow, and his hair, dark black, fell to his shoulders and was slightly curled.
Behind him, pairs of phantom black wings unfurled.
In the nearby hall, a pure shadow emerged, its lower body pressed against the stone bricks, its upper body upright.
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