Seeming to realize that what he had said earlier was a little undignified, Medici coughed before speaking.
"Cough. Little Crow is still as playful as ever. The upside-down picture frame on the coffin ahead is the reason for what we're seeing. Just turn it over."
But the moment his words fell, a familiar commanding voice sounded beside his ear.
"You do it."
The King of Angels, who had been trying to recover some of his image and display his vast knowledge, could not help falling into thought.
Though he had not been scolded, he felt that the other party was very suited to the Hunter pathway...
In the end, Medici turned the picture frame over, revealing Amon's self-portrait.
Having seen Amon through the image that had once attempted to invade the Gray Fog, Klein could not help feeling shaken when he saw the portrait.
After hesitating for a moment, Klein finally asked,
"I just heard you mention Little Crow..."
Medici, who kept a low profile around Xu Yue, revealed his usual arrogance again when faced with Klein's question. With his nose in the air, he said,
"Nothing. I merely looked after him back then. It was an insignificant little matter.
"Oh, perhaps you do not know what that means. But that mural may help you understand something."
Because Medici had turned over the picture frame, it seemed that the stolen time had been washed away. A great many nearby murals began to become mottled.
The corpses on the ground also began to rot.
Among the faded murals, only one remained relatively intact, barely discernible and still colored. It was located at the top of the wall and extended upward to cover nearly half the dome.
It depicted a majestic, continuous mountain range. On its tallest main peak stood an enormous