"Was it you who was spying on me, Arrodes?!"
As the words fell, a patch of White Mist suddenly rose, spreading illusory cracks across the rippling mirror surface. At the same time, waves of piercing, chaotic muttering that made one feel sick all over spread out from the mirror. Even Robert and Poteman—two demigods—felt as if a massive hammer had struck them viciously in the skull.
Fortunately, Arrodes still held control over the image. After several breaths, everything on the mirror faded away, and the noisy, shrill whispers that seemed filled with endless malice finally vanished as well.
Members of MI9, the Storm Church, and the Church of Steam and Machinery had collapsed all over the floor. Only the two demigods could remain standing, but their labored breathing and bloodshot eyes made it clear that they were not having an easy time either.
"What was that just now?" Golden light flashed in Robert's eyes. She seemed to be using some mysterious means to recall the face she had seen earlier, but all that emerged in her mind was a thick white fog.
Ikanser looked at Arrodes with lingering fear, only to find that no words had appeared on it yet. Only then did he speak:
"Although Arrodes is merely a Grade 2 Sealed Artifact, the authority it possesses can even spy on Angels. The other party could sense Arrodes's gaze and even counterattack... they must have quite a background. But this person, and this White Mist... they seem somewhat familiar..."
Ikanser tried hard to recall similar images from his memories, but Arrodes seemed to have recovered. It suddenly emitted a red glow. As everyone's attention shifted to the mirror, a line of bloody text emerged—
``` According to the principle of equivalence, it is now my turn to ask a