The seemingly unchanging orange-red twilight of the Giant King's Court had been replaced by the blazing midday sun.
Two figures stood in the sunlight. Beneath one, a shadow gathered into a faint gloom; beneath the other, there was nothing at all.
"Is he summoning your Historical Projection?"
Klein, who had lost his shadow, folded his arms and asked Angel, who stood before him, in a tone of certainty.
She frowned slightly, sensing that her "history" from a certain point in the past was being summoned. She instinctively rejected it, then nodded and said:
"He's trying."
Klein shook his head slightly. The left half of his face had normal features and skin, while the right half was composed of transparent worms. He spoke with something like a sigh:
"This is the trickiest part. The shadow that split off from me under the influence of the Giant King's Court's power has all my abilities and memories. So he'll believe that he is 'Klein,' and that I'm the traitor who stole part of his spirit body and power.
"He'll try to summon your Historical Projection and find the City of Silver's exploration team to strengthen his side, then fight me. After killing me, he'll reclaim his lost power and the part of his spirit body that split off.
"And if he really succeeds, perhaps all that power will fall under the control of the Dark Angel, Sastiel, and there'll be no undoing it."
Watching Klein calmly analyze the situation despite half his body no longer looking human, Angel felt a pang of heartache. She pressed her lips together and thought of a solution:
"Can you ask Mr. Fool for help? He should have a way to resolve this corruption and return your shadow to your original body."
That miraculous gray fog could remove