Above the dimension that looked down on all things, Cyril and Adam—who stood beside Trissy without the slightest presence—quietly faced each other.
A few seconds later, in Owen's home in the South Bridge District.
A grand, enormous Corpse Cathedral, bristling with rows of black stone pillars, rose from the ground, replacing the original three-story building with its brick-red gabled roof.
The moment the Corpse Cathedral appeared, the crimson moonlight from the blood moon vanished. The echoes from the River of Fate, which had been ringing in Cyril's ears and growing ever clearer, also disappeared.
"So she really is affecting my mind indirectly by influencing my body. But I already hid in another dimension in advance!"
As he muttered to himself, he saw Adam's figure appear out of thin air. Adam wore a simple white robe, and his thick, pale-gold beard covered the lower half of his face.
He first walked up to the illusory Star Gate tinged with crimson and held a hand over it, pressing down without touching it.
The next second, the crimson-tinted illusory Star Gate silently collapsed, finally reverting to an ordinary painting scroll.
Only Owen's portrait, which should have been on the scroll, was gone. In its place was a crimson doorframe.
The doorframe was engraved with numerous symbolic and magical markings related to concepts such as keys, kindling, and doors.
Adam held the painting scroll and examined it for a while, then casually tossed it in front of the enormous cross surrounded by countless skeletons.
Then he walked over to the painting frame covered by a lightless curtain and stood there quietly for a moment.
Without making any visible movement, the Black Curtain Cyril had created dissipated on its own, revealing the frame it had concealed.
Owen's figure in the frame quickly grew more substantial,