Above the Gray Fog, Klein waited for a long time, but still didn't hear anyone recite his Honorific Name.
"Is he dead, or did he find another solution? Or does he not want that person to make contact with me?"
After muttering to himself, he once again looked down through Cyril's prayer light. The previously clear scene turned pitch-black, as if covered by a lightless black curtain. Even from Above the Gray Fog, he couldn't see anything.
"Looks like he found a solution. I just don't know what kind of ability it is, or which being granted him protection."
After murmuring this, Klein stopped paying attention to the matter and left the space Above the Gray Fog. He still had plenty to do tonight.
In the room covered by the lightless curtain, Cyril's spirit returned from that lofty dimension to his body.
He slowly raised his head and glanced around. After losing the support of his spirit, the lightless curtain created by Black Curtain grew faint, but it still blocked the Full Moon's light and kept the surrounding spirituality and inspiration at normal levels.
It lasted for nearly ten minutes before Black Curtain finally dissipated, and the yellow glow of the gas wall lamps once again filled the room.
Owen finally escaped that cold, pitch-black place where nothing existed. As if he had come back to life, he lay on his back on the floor, gasping for breath.
Cyril watched Owen panting and gave him a serious reminder:
"Next time, remember to prepare some potions that can consume spirituality and lower your inspiration. The Full Moon whispers on you seem to grow stronger over time."
"Or maybe you're just unlucky and happened to run into a particularly bad bout of Full Moon whispers."
As he spoke, he walked over to