Within the towering, majestic palace, at the end of the ancient, mottled Bronze Long Table, beside the seat representing The Fool, clear radiance rippled outward in rings.
Klein glanced at the silent young man in silver robes across the table, then sat down in his own seat and gently extended a finger toward the spreading rings of light.
In an instant, the surrounding scene changed abruptly.
He saw an overturned tea table, a crooked sofa, books and papers scattered across the floor, and a brown-haired woman who seemed to be struggling at death's door.
As expected, Miss Justice's Beyonder friend!
What was her name again... Fors?
As Klein recalled her name, he carefully listened to her plea.
Before long, he noticed the abnormality in her body. Her brown hair was growing at a visible rate, while the keratin layer of her skin had become covered in an eerie white glow...
She's about to lose control?
No wonder she was desperate enough to pray to an unknown existence!
Klein frowned. He was only Sequence 7 himself.
How could he possibly save someone who had lost control to this extent?
After some thought, he turned his gaze toward the silent young man in silver robes across from him.
A flash of silver light passed by, and Klein opened his eyes. That powerful, terrifying strength once again filled his entire body.
He savored the sensation of power within him for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and looked toward the dying woman.
Unlike before, with the power of "World," he clearly heard a faint, illusory murmur within her painful groans.
Without question, this was the root cause of her loss of control!
"...Murmurs again?"
Klein froze slightly before curling his lips into a smile and spreading his fingers. "Well, isn't that