Fracture

"Hang in there!"

Klein helped Luther along as they quickly crossed the streets of the East Borough.

The chaotic battle between the two forces allowed them to escape the scene. Mr. A's Wrath and madness seemed to be right before their eyes. If the Red Gloves elites hadn't caught up with them and gotten entangled with him again, they would definitely have been in even greater trouble.

Using the darkness of the night and his own magical illusions, Klein stealthily made his way back to Luther's rented Apartment.

"Cecilia!"

He used the key in Luther's pocket to open the door and rushed in, shouting.

Looking around, the living room was empty. Only one gas lamp on the wall was on, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the furnishings.

Where did Cecilia go?

Klein thought to himself with concern.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around warily and saw a black-haired girl appear out of nowhere, holding a dagger in her hand.

"You're here."

Klein breathed a slight sigh of relief. So, the other party had been hiding in the shadows using "Assassin" abilities. Her concealment was truly impressive; he hadn't even noticed her.

What happened to my brother?

She sheathed her dagger, stepped forward, and supported Luther, whose face was contorted with pain and madness as he muttered to himself. She calmly asked him what was wrong.

"I'm sorry, our plan encountered a slight unexpected problem."

Klein met her deep blue eyes and stammered an explanation. Her brother had been fine when they left that afternoon, but when he brought him back, he was in this state of madness, which made him feel extremely embarrassed and guilty.

Faced with this girl who had dug up his brother's coffin, he felt a chill run down his spine, fearing that she might suddenly pull out a dagger at any moment.

To Klein's surprise, the other woman didn't go berserk, nor did she say anything to embarrass him. She simply listened quietly, then helped Luther sit down on the sofa.

"I should have gone with Luther."

She sighed and said.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect him."

Klein said apologetically.

But she ignored him. She turned and went into the kitchen, bringing out a large plate of freshly prepared meat and feeding it to Luther. He instinctively devoured it all, and his condition improved slightly. After that, she skillfully fed Luther a glass test tube containing a clear liquid, which calmed him down.

Cecilia's technique is really skilled; how long has she been taking care of Luther?

Klein thought admiringly.

After taking these emergency measures, the black-haired girl took out a cracked Mirror from her person. The Mirror had a gold frame with fine, raised scales, making it look exquisite and antique.

She sat down next to Luther, close to him. She put one arm around his shoulder and used the other to show him the Mirror.

"Luther, look here."

She said in a gentle tone.

To Klein's astonishment, a golden eye appeared on the surface of the Mirror, its pupil vertical, like that of a legendary Dragon. With the appearance of this eye, an invisible pressure seemed to emanate from the Mirror.

But in the next moment, the Mirror seemed to be startled, its aura suddenly subsided, its eyes shrank back, and it returned to being an ordinary Mirror.

--It seems unwilling to confront Luther at this moment.

"Come out."

The black-haired girl spoke with increased emphasis, and seeing that the Mirror still didn't react, she directly smeared Luther's blood on the back of the Mirror. The Mirror seemed to be under a terrible threat, forced to reveal its pupils to treat Luther's mental state.

Luther stared blankly into the Mirror, accepting the suggestion.

"Snap!"

Several more cracks appeared on the mirror's surface, the sound of shattering like a mournful cry. With that sound, the golden eye exploded. With a crash, the mirror shattered completely into glass shards, scattering across the floor.

This Beyonder Item was thus completely Destruction, and its Beyonder Characteristic slowly seeped out.

"Cough cough."

Luther gasped for breath, coughing, and opened his eyes like a drowning person breaking the surface of the water. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his sister's face, her delicate and beautiful face looking at him with worry.

"Brother, how are you feeling?"

The girl asked with concern.

"Fine."

Luther gave a wry smile.

Although he has temporarily regained consciousness, that Divinity has been deeply integrated into his Consciousness and his Flesh, and the potential consequences are uncertain.

He looked up and saw Klein's face filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry, Luther."

He said, "I couldn't help you."

"It's already a miracle that they managed to bring me back from the scene."

Luther shook his head.

Given Klein's current Sequence, if he were to actually participate in that battle, he would only be caught in the crossfire.

He was about to say a few more words of comfort when anger welled up inside him, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, letting out a contemptuous sneer.

"Yeah, who told you to be so good at hiding? Why don't you dare fight Lanevus?" The mocking words dripped from his mouth, brimming with provocation. "You're already Magician, do you still need to Acting the Clown? No, you're a real Clown!"

Seeing his performance, not only Klein, but even his sister seemed stunned.

What happened?

I didn't mean to say that!

Luther quickly stopped talking. But the next moment, an even colder and crueler emotion took hold of his mind. He sneered, looked at Klein, and said, "As an apology, twist your head off."

As he spoke, black goat horns sprouted from the top of his head, showing signs of "Devil Transformation."

Klein retreated in terror, while Luther even spewed magma from his palm, creating Sword of Lava, as if he were about to get serious!

But his sneer didn't last long. His other hand grabbed his wrist, his body trembling violently, halting the Devil Transformation process and forcibly controlling his actions.

"Sorry, something's wrong with me."

He tried his best to explain.

My Consciousness has been influenced by the Lamb Soul!

Luther thought to himself.

It was as if his spirit had been split apart; he was sometimes Indifference, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes mocking, and sometimes shouting angrily, echoing the souls of the Lamb deep within his body.

Divinity dissolved within him, allowing his Consciousness to connect and communicate with the Lamb on a deeper level. This was something that should only happen at higher levels of the Sequence, yet he encountered it here.

My mental state is getting increasingly problematic!

Luther cursed under his breath.

This pure Divinity brought him immense trouble!

"By the way, Klein, did you get my Beyonder Item?"

He endured the torment of schizophrenia and asked Klein.

"I've taken it."

Klein then showed him a white rib.

"Huh? What is this? Where is my 'Pain'?"