At the sight of Amon's half-smiling expression, Angel's heart skipped a beat. It was as though she were seeing the avatar standing beside the pit in Chernobyl that led straight to the Chaos Sea, his intentions unknown.
Fortunately, this Amon, who had parasitized the former consul Goredolf Trunsoest, was considerably bulkier than his brothers. His black robe bulged around him, keeping Angel from mistaking him for that scheming Blasphemer who never spoke a word of truth.
Still, his words put her on guard, and questions kept rising in her mind.
As a member of the Tarot Club and the partner of a Scholar of Yore, she naturally knew that the Seer, Marauder, and Apprentice pathways allowed switching between them at high sequences. With the correct potion and the corresponding ritual, advancing from Mentor of Deceit to Planeswalker would not be difficult, nor would it drive him mad as it had Tudor and Roselle.
But that was precisely the problem...
"You should know how dangerous the cosmos is. The promotion ritual for Planeswalker might be harder than certain apotheosis rituals... Out there, you won't be facing a church's angels or a god who has descended with only part of their power. You'll be facing complete Great Old Ones."
Angel pointed at the vaulted ceiling of the Night Emperor's Memorial Hall, her expression grave.
Even Klein, who possessed certain special qualities, enjoyed Mr. Fool's protection, and was under the Evernight Goddess's gaze, had decisively abandoned the idea of switching pathways upon hearing about the Planeswalker promotion ritual. Was Amon's Avatar planning to take a Sequence 2 characteristic into the cosmos and kill himself?
"Besides, you're only an avatar of the Angel of Time. Can you really advance and switch pathways however you please? If your main body finds out, won't he simply