At 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough, Klein had just stepped out of the washroom when the illusory sound of a prayer echoed in his ears. His expression stiffened.
"Why couldn't you have prayed earlier? I just came down from Above the Gray Fog."
He muttered under his breath, turned around, and walked back into the washroom. Taking four steps backward, he entered Above the Gray Fog.
Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein listened carefully to Cyril's prayer. He frowned without thinking, then hurriedly extended his Spirituality to touch the ever-expanding Crimson Star.
The crimson light abruptly swelled, then contracted, forming an image in midair of Cyril praying as he sat in a chair.
He studied Cyril closely and saw that his Spirituality was unusually active. It seemed he had prayed to him right after completing his advancement.
"Did something go wrong during his advancement?"
Klein murmured with a frown, though he wasn't surprised in the least. After all, Cyril had come into contact with so many secretive beings. It was only natural that he'd run into something unexpected.
Then Klein raised the image, allowing himself to see farther afield.
As the image stretched, he soon spotted two suspicious figures in the shadows at a street corner diagonally across from Cyril's residence.
A man and a woman, they had strange face paint that made people instinctively overlook their presence. They seemed to be using some kind of Beyonder Ability to conceal themselves in the shadows or darkness, hiding completely beyond the reach of the streetlamps. Their eyes were fixed on Cyril's room.
After looking around, Klein sent the image he'd seen to Cyril.
At the end, he added, "You don't fit in with your surroundings."
"I don't fit in with my surroundings? What does that mean?"
"Does