Cyril's brow twitched slightly. He saw that the hem of Edefana's gray-white robe had turned completely black, countless three-dimensional and mysterious patterns spreading upward.
It seemed that His shadow was coming alive, little by little replacing him.
Noticing Cyril's gaze, Edefana chuckled. "Cheek's curse is even more troublesome than I expected. It involves Fate and Catastrophe. Once it erupts, it cannot be undone and will only gradually collapse."
"I used a virtual personality to bear the curse and corruption on me, putting all of them into slumber. Once I have adjusted my condition, I will clear them away one by one."
"When the time comes, I may need you to provide some external assistance."
"No problem." Cyril nodded, then pressed his hand against the cover of Groselle's Travels.
Behind him, pairs of transparent, starlit membranous wings like dragonfly wings extended outward. His figure gradually became illusory, as though overlapping across different dimensions.
Deep-blue radiance continuously rippled out from his palm, layering and intertwining until it formed a blurred door with no tangible substance.
Beyond the door, a white mountain range filled with drifting snow could vaguely be seen.
"This is simpler than I expected. I only need to use the properties of dimensions to locate and open the door to the Book World."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, passing through the deep-blue door as though walking through a curtain of water.
After he vanished, Edefana suddenly raised his head and looked toward the captain's cabin through the walls and ceiling. His lips curved slightly before he stepped into the deep-blue door.
In the neighboring room, Klein, who was setting up the Wall of Spirituality, paused and gazed thoughtfully at the wall before him.
After spacing out for a while, he withdrew his gaze, entered the bathroom, took four steps