From a dimension above all things, Cyril noticed the discordant activity within the lightless curtain.
As his gaze swept over it, a black record appeared before him, spinning of its own accord and making noise.
"Whatever this is, it really is suspicious. But I'm sure I didn't bring it here."
"...Did Owen buy her record too?"
He muttered quietly, then rubbed his fingers together.
A streak of crimson fire appeared from nowhere and fell from the void, landing precisely on the record.
A few seconds later, the flames vanished. The record had stopped making noise, but it hadn't been completely burned away.
"That'll do for now. I'll deal with the rest after the Blood Moon ends."
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the fire-damaged record begin to turn slowly once more. Then music rang out, clearer than before.
As the music echoed, the blackness he had created with the Black Curtain trick and his own special status, a darkness isolated from reality, began to fade and turn transparent. The crimson moonlight outside was faintly visible.
Above the dimensions, Cyril's face darkened at once.
He could clearly see that the source of the strange sound wasn't here. The record he had burned seemed more like a locator, causing records in different places to play simultaneously here through some special means.
My attempt to destroy the record was what triggered this trap!
He suddenly recalled Melina's words: "The moon will be especially bright tonight." The growing Spirituality and inspiration were key, too. This trap had been planned long ago!
As his thoughts raced, Cyril reached out and grasped at the void before him. A splendid, bright silver pistol appeared in his hand.
"Good thing I brought this with me today. If I used a fake conjured from Fantasy,