As the Red Priest held back the Primordial Demoness and the Hidden Sage...
Inside Antigonus's hall.
Klein extended one slick, bizarre tentacle after another and took hold of the translucent mask representing the Fool's Uniqueness.
He brought the mask toward his face.
The moment the mask covered Klein's face.
Figures emerged around him, one after another.
Some were men dressed as postmen.
Some were ordinary birds.
Some were creatures so tiny they could not be seen with the naked eye.
There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of them.
The hall instantly became crowded with these figures.
What they had in common was that either they wore crystal monocles over their right eyes, or there were rings of differently colored markings in the same position.
They were all Amon!
Mr. Error's avatars!
They seemed to have exploited some loophole, bypassing the circle of deep crimson Fire Wall created by the Red Priest and arriving directly inside the hall.
The Amons looked at Klein, who had just put on the translucent mask, opened their "mouths," and spat out words no ordinary person could understand.
These words intertwined, forming terrifying, frenzied ravings.
"You overlooked the Primordial Demoness...
"To her, Medici, who has only recovered to Sequence 1, and that Sequence 1 friend of yours pose no threat at all...
"What she wants most now is for a Lord of Mysteries to be born immediately, opening the seal of the West Continent and giving her a chance to find the City of Calamity...
"Obviously, compared to you, I am the better choice. You are far too weak...
"Heh heh, are you still waiting for the Mother Tree of Desire or the Mother Goddess of Depravity to provide help?
"It is useless. I placed the first Blasphemy Slate in the Fog Sea, at the entrance to