After leaving the Gray Fog, Klein glanced around warily.
This was his first time performing the ritual to enter the Grey Fog Space at the Blackthorn Security Company, and he was nervous. He feared a teammate might unlock the door, break through the Wall of Spirituality, and find him standing there stiffly as if possessed, unresponsive to their calls.
Fortunately, the lounge was unchanged from before he had "left."
Klein cut through the Wall of Spirituality with his ritual dagger, opened the door, and returned to the pitch-dark hall.
The two Nighthawks and the Red Gloves captain were still talking quietly. He caught fragments like "put this in the report" and "don't worry, teams in many dioceses keep Mystical Items without authorization," but couldn't make sense of them.
"Ahem—" Klein pretended to clear his throat before feeling his way toward the sofas and coffee table in the middle of the reception hall.
Swish—
Someone by the window drew back the curtains, letting a sliver of moonlight into the room. It washed the furniture and everyone present in crimson.
Klein looked over in surprise and found a pair of violet eyes fixed on him.
He nodded in thanks and took a seat in an armchair by the moonlight. Dunn and Soest turned toward him as well, waiting for the Seer's conclusion.
"Good news. Ms. D is no longer in Tingen City. As Captain Soest suggested, she likely left Tingen in a hurry and went to a hidden base to recover."
"Yes, that is good news."
After hearing Klein out, Soest curled the fingers of his left hand, as though in a habitual gesture of delight. But his swollen fingers allowed only a loose squeeze before he relaxed them and kept them still.
"At least we don't have to worry about her