Klein's nerves instantly tensed.
Someone had invaded this space?!
No, that wasn't right. This wasn't a true invasion. It was more like a mental projection forcibly cast through Miss Justice's connection—
Unlike the ordinary person from a few days ago who knew next to nothing about the world of Beyonders, he was now a proud member of the Nighthawks.
After Captain Dunn and Old Neil's preliminary instruction, he had learned quite a bit of basic mysticism and gained a deeper understanding of this world's dangers.
He knew very well that the only reason he could sit here was because of this mysterious space's lofty status.
It seemed to share some unknown, profound connection with him. Its essence was so elevated that it defied imagination.
Because of that, with the power of this space, he could easily see through Miss Justice and the Hanged Man's spirit body strength, emotional states, and even some basic information about their surroundings.
This omniscient perspective was his greatest support in playing the role of The Fool.
But this man before him, this blurry silhouette—he actually could not see through him at all?
All information was blocked by an incomprehensible barrier, and every attempt at prying vanished without a trace.
And most crucially, the other party had not entered this space through his invitation, nor had he followed the crimson star Klein had drawn forth!
What the hell was going on?!
Klein's heart immediately turned turbulent as countless thoughts churned and collided in his mind.
Was he an enemy? Some ancient existence coveting this space?
Or had Miss Justice encountered some extraordinary figure in reality, who had traced the connection back to this place?
For a moment, he did not even know what to do.
Should he directly expel the other party? But what if the