Meanwhile, somewhere in the cabins of the Future, dense blue-green vines hung down from the void, weaving together into a forest whose canopy and edges were nowhere to be seen.
Then Bernadette appeared before Cyril, wearing an old-fashioned black bonnet with a fine mesh veil hanging down over her face.
Cyril bowed slightly and greeted her:
"It's been a long time, ma'am."
Bernadette studied him for a moment, then asked:
"Do you want to go to those ruins of the battle between gods, or to the Forsaken Land of the Gods?"
"Perhaps I want to visit both."
Bernadette nodded slightly. Rather than press him further, she cautioned him:
"Keep that dangerous object you're carrying securely sealed. Its uncontrollable nature will bring many changes to your adventure that even I find difficult to foresee."
"Those changes could be for the better, or for the worse."
"But in the Sea of Ruins, with all its hidden dangers, they are far more likely to be for the worse."
Is she talking about the Die of Probability I'm carrying?
This was a special item she had prepared in advance to temporarily seal her own Eyes of Mystery Prying.
Since Fate had not been present earlier, she had left it off to make observing the World easier.
When she turned her gaze back to Cyril, she froze for a moment:
"Randolph Carter?"
Cyril nodded slightly.
"I never expected it to be you. This really is a surprise," she said earnestly.
Did I misjudge Fate's strength, or are the rumors about Randolph Carter at sea mistaken?
It should be the latter. The damage I suffered when I saw Fate at the Tarot Club gathering couldn't have been faked. Hiding himself would hardly be difficult for an angel-level existence.
*Even the identity of Randolph Carter, the Painter,