In the vast and dim meeting place, the three church leaders fell silent at the same time.

After an unknown amount of time, Pope Banster, the servant of the god of death, suddenly spoke softly: "The law of inaccuracy between anomalies and phenomena - there will always be anomalies or phenomena that do not conform to the law."

"Article 0 is indeed useful, but it cannot be used carelessly," the short, fat and kind Rune shook his head. "We cannot apply Article 0 whenever we encounter something incomprehensible. This will make us complacent when a real crisis or hidden danger arises, and we will miss the opportunity."

"You mean... there's something wrong with the information given by Vision 004?" Banster tilted his head slightly. "It's not that Vision-Prande doesn't have a number, but the number is hidden?"

"It may also be a completely new naming mechanism," Rune said in thought, "There is nothing wrong with Vision 004 and Vision Plande, but we cannot understand this new way of naming visions yet. What happened in Plande recently is very special. It is a city-state that was polluted by history and 'saved' by the power of the subspace. Such a thing has never happened before..."

"I don't like 'new mechanisms'," Banster shook his head, his voice low, "New mechanisms mean new uncontrollable factors. We have already sacrificed too much to figure out how the world works... and the world is always changing."

"No one likes it, but the world is always so cruel," Rune shrugged, and then his eyes fell on Helena, "I hope you can gain something in Plender and see with your own eyes what happened in that city-state."

Helena didn't speak for a while, just nodded slightly. She seemed to be lost in thought. After a long time, she suddenly broke the silence: "There is one more thing, you should have noticed it, the problem of Anomaly 001."

Rune's expression became serious. This old man who served the God of Wisdom rarely had such a tense face. "Yes, the Sun Observation Tower has confirmed that the rune ring on the edge of the sun... is indeed damaged. Although the missing part only occupies a small part of the entire rune structure, that piece is indeed gone. At present, I am still sending people to keep an eye on the situation of Anomaly 001, but no further damage has been found to the rune ring for the time being - but there is no sign of self-repair either."

"No unusual movements by the Sun Cultists have been detected anywhere," Banster said. "I also immediately suspected that this matter was related to them, but from the intelligence we have so far, it seems that the Sun Cultists themselves have not noticed the changes in Anomaly 001."

"That doesn't mean it has nothing to do with the Creeping Sun Disc," Helena said in a deep voice. "The Creeping Sun Disc is one of the oldest entities in this world, and those solar heretics are at best just mold spots that grew under the influence of the Creeping Sun Disc. The connection between them and their gods is not as close as they think."

"We will continue to keep an eye on those cultists and the 'Descendants of the Sun' behind them," Banster said slowly, "as well as those End of the World preachers... No matter what, what happened to Plande must not happen again."

Helena nodded slightly, and then she saw light and shadow floating in the darkness. The figures of the two popes gradually faded and disappeared into nothingness.

She turned her head and glanced at the place where the tomb of the nameless king sank, and then her figure gradually disappeared in the assembly hall.

The next second, Helena opened her eyes in the real dimension.

She walked out of the secret room, and two servants came forward. Helena waved her hand, signaling the servants to leave, and she walked through the long corridor alone to the upper deck of the church ship.

A towering cathedral was sailing on the boundless dark sea. Its triple spire and towering spires and bell tower pointed straight to the sky, with its top immersed in the misty fog. The lower part of the cathedral ship was made of heavy armor, huge pipes, and a rough mechanical structure connected to the deck area.

A giant ark ship, the lower half of which is a steel fortress, and the upper half is a holy church - this is the true headquarters of the Deep Sea Church, the "Storm Cathedral" cruising on the boundless ocean.

Helena walked out of the corridor covered with sacred reliefs and came to the terrace on the upper deck, quietly overlooking the towering engineering wonder at her feet.

The cathedral is actually very new. In fact, its hull was only completed thirty-five years ago, and its superstructure was only completely built twenty years ago. Scholars from the Academy of Truth helped design the cathedral ship's huge power system and complex control mechanism. At least so far, these things have worked well.

Before the completion of this cathedral ship, the "Storm Cathedral" was much smaller than it is today, and its endurance in the vast ocean was much shorter.

The Storm Goddess doesn't mind her followers using pagan help to build her temple, and the four gods don't mind that either.

In fact... the Four Gods don't mind anything that happens in the mortal world.

Helena took a deep breath and looked at the thin mist surrounding the cathedral ship. The mist and the chaotic dark texture of the surrounding sea water showed that the entire ark was sailing in the gap between reality and the spiritual world. At this location, most ordinary ships sailing on the vast ocean could not observe the Cathedral of Storms.

After quietly enjoying the cool breeze for a while, Helena reached out and took out a piece of wood that was carefully hand-carved into the shape of a wave from her side.

She silently chanted the name of the storm goddess Gemona, and threw the wave amulet carved from "Sea Breath Wood" far into the sea.

"The faith of the saint you are concerned about has begun to waver," Helena said softly as if talking to herself, looking at the direction where the amulet fell into the water, "but her human nature seems to have not been dusted - she is still human."

The waves rose and fell gently, and there seemed to be invisible whispers softly in the sound of the waves. Helena listened for a long time and nodded gently: "Is this good... Yes, I understand."

The Sea Breath Wood Amulet, which had been rolling on the water for a long time, rolled over and sank silently into the boundless sea.

Pland, inside the antique shop.

The morning sun was shining brightly, shining through the freshly cleaned display windows onto the uneven shelves, making the fake antiques on the shelves seem to be coated with a layer of faint golden light. Nina was humming a light tune, happily wiping the "goods" on the shelves, and occasionally sticking her head out to look at the figures beside the counter.

Alice and Shirley were sitting there, frowning over a stack of alphabet cards, while Agou was hiding in the shadows beside the counter, holding a pencil in his paws, trying to recite the word list.

Nina thought this was amazing - she still didn't understand how Agou managed to grab the pencil with his paws.

After almost falling asleep for the third time, Shirley yawned loudly, put the letter cards in her hand on the counter, and looked up at Alice who was concentrating beside her: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy," Alice looked up and answered honestly, "I don't know what it feels like to be sleepy - I only sleep when I should."

"...I'm really curious about what it feels like to be a puppet with a soul," Shirley muttered, then carefully looked around, and looked up at the second floor like a thief, and then whispered, "Hey, why didn't Mr. Duncan come down today... And when I saw him in the morning, he seemed to be worried."

Alice put aside the letter card she had just memorized, and picked up a card that she had just forgotten and started to memorize again. At the same time, she said absentmindedly, "He is thinking about the secrets of the deep sea."

"Thinking about the secrets of the deep sea?" Shirley was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, that's what he said," Alice shook her head slightly, "Why don't you go ask him? He should be happy to teach you something..."

Shirley opened her mouth and was about to say something when she suddenly heard Agou's panicked and frightened voice coming from the shadows beside the counter: "If you want to die, don't take me with you!"

"I didn't say I was going to ask," Shirley glared in the direction of the voice, "I don't even know the alphabet..."

She had just said half of her words when she suddenly heard the sound of a clear copper bell coming from the direction of the door.

Agou disappeared in an instant, and Alice put the letter card aside with ease, raised her head and looked towards the door: "Welcome, may I ask... Hello? Mr. Morris?"

It was Morris who came early in the morning. The old scholar was wearing a dark winter coat, a thick felt hat, and a large old book that looked quite heavy was tucked under his arm. After entering the door, he first greeted Alice and Shirley at the counter, and then looked at Nina who was tidying up the shelves nearby: "Is Mr. Duncan here?"

"He's upstairs," Nina nodded and looked at the old man curiously, "What do you want to see him about?"

"I think I found the origin of that symbol," Morris happily waved the old book he brought with him. "It's incredible that it appeared in a document about the ancient Kingdom of Crete - and it's so inconspicuous!"