A cold, stiff voice carrying an indescribable terror rang out, followed by a man in a black clerical robe.
He wore a black glove on his left hand. His face was gaunt, his skin somewhat brown, and his sunken light-brown eyes resembled those of a desiccated corpse. His beard was black at the roots and white at the ends, spreading from both sides of his mouth all the way to his ears. Yet it was neither thick nor long, merely scattered and unkempt.
He clearly possessed the air of a priest, yet he gave off a cold, terrifying feeling, like the silent, crazed psychopaths from movies in Klein's previous life.
He seemed to have appeared out of thin air in the clearing. Bathed in moonlight, he looked remarkably stiff, like a genuine puppet.
"Zatwin..." Sharron, slumped on the ground, had a flash of astonishment in her eyes. She could not understand why this demigod, who should have been lured away, had appeared here.
But the next moment, she and Marich each took out a charm almost simultaneously and spoke in unison:
"Turtle is Longer than Snake!"
The somewhat strange, tongue-twisting Ancient Hermes activated the charms' power. Almost instantly, Marich broke free from his madness, while Sharron regained her strength.
The instant they recovered, the two lunged at the Werewolf holding the Scarlet Lunar Corona.
Zatwin was also under the influence of the Scarlet Lunar Corona and suffering the curse of being a "puppet." As long as they did not let him get the Scarlet Lunar Corona, they still had a chance!
Although Klein did not know what the puppet curse entailed, when Marich and Miss Sharon returned to normal, he also grasped the key to the problem. Once again, he lamented that divination was not omnipotent, but he had no