Some strange experiences were hard to imagine until you actually encountered them.
Like seeing your own face on a worm, lounging comfortably on top of you.
Before the Dark Moon Pope's ornate seat, even the cosmic beauty Nirgalia was left deeply shaken by the forbidden knowledge before her.
"Not bad, right?"
Fortunately, the worm's magical power was limited.
After managing to hold on for a few breaths, that face—as if beauty itself had taken form—finally rippled and vanished like a wave.
And the knight in his arms, who was clearly exhausted, still remembered to ask for her review.
"So you absorbed the mask."
Unfortunately, Witch, the one involved, didn't seem inclined to answer. She simply deployed the age-old tactic of changing the subject.
"Only the Dark Moon appeared back then, but there was no further response. I'm looking for a way to establish contact."
Fu Qian didn't mind. He casually explained what had happened at the start of the hurricane rescue.
"Then why not choose that bow?"
There was no hint of displeasure in Witch's voice as she asked.
"Because I still have to find a way to establish contact."
Witch's question wasn't without reason. To establish contact with this world without her response, let alone travel here, absorbing the Blasphemous Embrace, which could summon the Dark Moon, was clearly an option worth considering.
In fact, it had been Fu Qian's backup plan—after every other attempt failed.
After all, if he destroyed the latter without discerning its full effect, he wouldn't even be able to summon the Dark Moon.
"Speaking of that, after I ate the mask, I also sensed a few clear thoughts. Interested in hearing what they were?"
Seeing the conversation fall quiet, Fu Qian brought up a new topic.
"What were they?"
Witch's curiosity was indeed