Cloak

The filthy, disorderly streets were paved with a thick layer of dark brown sewage and excrement. It was impossible to tell whether it came from people or livestock, and stepping on it produced an unmistakably nauseating slickness.

A pungent stench that stung the eyes hung in the air.

Gilan walked forward without changing expression.

Before long, he encountered a patrol of guards with cloths wrapped around their faces at the intersection ahead.

But this time, Gilan had no intention of dealing with them. He slowly stepped into a nearby alley and waited for the soldiers to leave.

At the same time, he closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank.

Gilan entered his Mind Kingdom.

He arrived beside the Cross-Sword Bonfire atop the Tower of the Heart and tossed in the negative he had just acquired.

Whoosh!

Af's true negative was quickly licked by the flames, burned away, and devoured.

A mysterious, powerful invisible force then flowed back, acting upon the "Mad King" on the Thumb Throne.

Iros rose from the throne.

The translucent cloak behind him suddenly burst into roaring flames, which swiftly grew larger and larger.

The originally illusory cloak was reborn in the fire, becoming tangible once more. Yet this time, it had become extraordinarily broad and long, even trailing across the ground.

It was scarlet all over, as though it had been dyed in blood.

On closer inspection, Gilan discovered that the cloak was actually composed of crimson feathers. Calling it a cloak was somewhat inaccurate—it looked more like a luxurious, mysterious mantle of blood-red plumage.

It could envelop the entire "Mad King."

Gilan could clearly sense that this new cloak could move according to his will. Like an additional limb, it was highly flexible and versatile.

And like the locomotive iron hammer, the scarlet cloak contained the