Leonard first listened closely, then his expression changed. He reached out to stop the eager Seer.
"Look, at the corner of this mirror."
He pointed beneath the full-length mirror. There was a coin-sized stain of blood in the corner, as if it had dripped there by accident. It had already turned dark red. Even under the lamplight, with Dark Vision, it was utterly inconspicuous and easy to overlook.
"That should be a method left behind by the Demoness of Pleasure. If someone uses this mirror for Mirror Divination or Spirit Channeling work, trying to find clues about her, the curse will activate."
"Perhaps the cursed trap isn't lethal, but it would definitely be more than enough for you in your current state."
Stopped by Leonard from doing something reckless, Klein's face, already pale from blood loss, turned several shades whiter.
He had considered losing a divination confrontation to the other party. He had considered being misled by vague divination results. Yet he had never considered that the very object used for divination might itself be a trap.
If his spirituality hadn't worked at the critical moment, if Leonard hadn't warned him in time, his rash actions might have led him into danger again. The fatal wound in his chest had just been "transferred" in time—what if he encountered another curse?
Thinking back to the hair wrapped around the ritual dagger being burned by the curse into a wisp of black smoke, he felt a lingering chill of fear.
It seemed that "divination" wasn't omnipotent either. Sometimes, it could even be harmful...
Such a thought suddenly surfaced in Klein's mind. Then he felt his body, mind, and spirituality enter a wondrous state, as though they had fused into one. Immediately afterward, an illusory shattering sound rang in his ears, like the