"Fool who doesn't belong to this era, mysterious ruler above the Gray Fog, King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune."
"Fool who doesn't belong to this era..."
After repeating the Fool's Honorific Name several times, Cyril calmed himself. He curiously surveyed his surroundings as he waited for a response. Two or three minutes later, gray fog finally surged into view, and the figure of the Fool, enthroned above it, appeared before him.
Then he saw the Fool above the Gray Fog casually wave a hand. As the fog churned, a towering Angel appeared before him, clad in black full-body armor and bearing twelve pairs of pitch-black wings.
The Paper Angel wrapped Cyril in its layered black wings, granting him protection.
Silently, Cyril suddenly felt a deep sense of relaxation and calm, from his heart to his body. The impatience and anxiety that had filled him were gone.
After the Paper Angel disappeared, Klein's voice suddenly rang in his ear:
"Are you... in the Mirror World?"
Cyril nodded slightly. "Yes."
"Can you see the source of the power affecting the Mirror World from above the Gray Fog?"
After a brief silence, Klein's voice continued to echo in his ear:
"No. I can't see clearly beyond a kilometer from you. That layer of red covering the area seems to affect even my vision from above the Gray Fog."
"It's also silently eroding you. You'd better pray to me every so often, and I'll Purify its influence for you."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully. "This might be some sort of extension or mutation of Fog of War."
After a pause, he continued, "I need to retrieve the Red Priest card and use its resonance with High Sequence beings of the same Pathway to find the source of this influence."
When he'd been aboard