After reciting Mr. Fool's honorific name and waiting a little longer, Emlyn suddenly saw vast swathes of gray fog surge before his eyes.
The gray fog coalesced into a somewhat illusory image before him, as though looking down on this place, on the entire house, from a higher vantage point.
The image rapidly zoomed in. He saw a Red Paper Figure hiding in the fireplace chimney, peering at Cosmi from behind.
The Red Paper Figure's face had crescent-shaped eyes and a mouth drawn on it, much like the Moon Emissary's. It looked quite eerie, instinctively making anyone who saw it uneasy.
The image moved past the eerie paper figure and continued drawing closer, revealing a crude altar made of earth, hay, and dry twigs inside the chimney.
A bat that looked as though it had been dead for a long time was bound to the altar, surrounded by strange symbols and patterns pointing to the Moon.
Emlyn's heartbeat suddenly quickened. The sight struck him as a curse aimed specifically at the Sanguine.
"Do not attack."
Mr. Fool's voice suddenly echoed, then vanished along with the image before him.
Do not attack what? Emlyn was bewildered for a moment, then turned and raced downstairs.
In the dining room on the ground floor, Cosmi suddenly felt uneasy. He kept sensing a pair of eyes watching him from the shadows, yet could never locate them.
Hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs. He turned warily, and his gaze suddenly caught a face resembling the Moon Emissary's in the fireplace on the other side of the dining table, staring fixedly at him. Thump! Thump!
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Dense black fog spread from his back, forming a pair of illusory bat wings.
At the same time, the shadows beneath his feet writhed, condensing into illusory