Above the Gray Fog, inside the grand, ancient palace, Klein sat at the head of the mottled long table. After severing his connection to the prayer light, he let out a long breath and slumped in his high-backed chair.
Beneath the gray mist, the flesh on his exposed hands, head, and neck seemed to turn into living worms, writhing and twisting incessantly.
About half a minute later, the flesh writhing on his body finally settled down, and his body returned to normal.
"Phew. Good thing I was above the gray fog. If this had happened in reality, I probably would've lost control and gone mad on the spot."
"But if I hadn't been above the gray fog, I wouldn't normally have been able to see the gaze the True Creator cast at Cyril."
"So this is what it feels like to truly face the True Creator's oppression. It's far worse than the damage I suffered when I saw Him through Divination before."
"If I hadn't been through this several times and gotten somewhat used to it, someone might have seen Mr. Fool explode above the gray fog."
"Still, it wasn't without its rewards..."
Klein raised a hand and gently rubbed his forehead, finding what comfort he could as he recalled the occult knowledge he'd gained from locking eyes with the True Creator:
``` Sequence 9: Secrets Suppliant...
Sequence 8: Listener...
Sequence 7: Shadow Ascetic...
Sequence 6: Rose Bishop...
Sequence 5: Shepherd
Main ingredients: the crystal of a Bloody Scarecrow, the brain of a Herd Keeper.
Supplementary ingredients: 80 milliliters of Herd Keeper blood, seven stalks of Bloody Scarecrow straw, a whip that had been used to lash at least a hundred people, and 10 grams of calendula balm.
Advancement ritual: Find a way to separate your soul from your body,