At the Hanged Man's reminder, Sun used Mr. Fool's power to project his experiences onto the bronze long table like a series of realistic paintings.
Rows of ancient, weathered buildings on the streets; ancient temples with collapsed stone pillars; a divine statue hanging upside down from a cross; mushrooms that had turned into flesh and blood after being burned; a mural of the Fallen Creator bearing calamities for humanity; and the blond little boy, Jack.
Accompanied by Sun Derrick's vivid explanations, everyone watched with both surging emotions and uneasy doubts. In particular, when he displayed a mural in the center of a wall depicting the Fallen Creator fighting the Six Evil Gods and protecting the surviving humans, a chill rose in the hearts of the Tarot Club members, who followed different orthodox deities.
In the hazy projection, beside the Fallen Creator hanging upside down from a cross, on the only patch of ground untouched by darkness, countless humans knelt and prayed to Him. Around the image, six figures hidden in the darkness encircled them.
Around the woman in a black classical gown swarmed eerie eyes. The golden face of the man in white robes sprouted tentacles. The monster holding a trident had an octopus-like head. The plump, gentle beauty held an infant with a rotting face. The armored giant wielding a sword stood with his back to a desolate twilight. The long-bearded elder holding a book wore a sinister smile.
Everyone around the long table realized something, yet they did not dare dwell on it.
"What... what kind of evil god is this?"
Miss Magician, who considered herself well-traveled and knowledgeable, asked in astonishment. She had absolutely no memory of any of those figures.
They looked at one another before finally turning their gazes to Mr. Fool, expecting Him to