The orange cat was crouched atop the chandelier in the Sewing Gang's arcade.
Reflected in the orange cat's pupils... was the gray-robed figure sitting beside Black Tail.
"So this is the entity controlling the city's gray mist. It doesn't look like it."
Joshua watched the gray-robed figure below through the orange cat's vision.
From the gray mist aura emanating from her, Joshua could tell that she was not some kind of Judge, but more like a messenger.
"Her mannerisms seem different from the messengers we've encountered before?"
Thousand Faces had been the first to discover the gray-robed figure. She had been observing her for quite some time before Joshua arrived.
Of the two messengers Thousand Faces had encountered, Rage and Hatred, both had rather irritable temperaments.
"More importantly, the arcade joystick hasn't been infused with Faith Power." Thousand Faces stared at the gray-robed figure's left hand gripping the joystick. "Part of her hand has already been purified by Faith Power, yet she still has no reaction."
"Thousand Faces, put the cat's claws away first."
Joshua handed control of the orange cat over to the Dark Elf. She had the orange cat slowly approach the gray-robed figure, to the point that it had already extended its claws.
The next second, it would give her a taste of having her throat slit by an orange cat.
"She doesn't seem to have noticed us..."
"But can a cat really take down a messenger by itself?" Ciri's question from the side made Thousand Faces hesitate slightly.
"I'll make her incapable of reacting."
Whenever dealing with anything related to gray mist, Thousand Faces had always struck with the utmost ruthlessness. She could be said to stop at nothing in order to eliminate gray mist.
The orange cat had just leaped onto the beam above the