The moment Angel entered the Grey Fog Space and appeared beside the long bronze table, she noticed that this Tarot Club gathering was somewhat different from "before."
Specifically, her vision had become clearer. The gray fog that shrouded the other members, blurring their faces and leaving only their outlines and distinctive features such as hair and eye color visible, seemed to have dispersed.
But when she looked closely, she realized that it was not the grayish-white mist that had changed, but she herself.
Her gaze could pierce the gray fog and fall upon the other Tarot Club members, allowing her to see every detail clearly.
Alger the Hanged Man, whose blue hair was as disheveled as seaweed, had chiseled features and a solemn expression; Derrick the Sun was gradually growing taller, but his expression was still youthful as he gazed devoutly toward the head of the table; Emlyn the Moon had bright red eyes and handsome features, and always held his head high with an air of pride; Leonard the Star wore his hair casually, his poet-like romantic air masked by maturity and restraint...
To avoid drawing anyone's attention to the anomaly, Angel merely swept her gaze over the row of men opposite her, easily recognizing every Tarot Club member she had encountered in reality.
When their gazes met hers, she could also confirm that, in their eyes, she was still shrouded in gray fog, with only her outline visible. Otherwise, faced with the stare of a Demoness angel, even someone of the same sex could not possibly remain unaffected.
Is this preferential treatment? A way of highlighting how special I am? Angel glanced at Mr. Fool and discovered that he was still veiled in a layer of mist in her eyes. She could not help snorting inwardly.
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