Above the Gray Fog
Klein severed his connection with the crimson star representing Chariot and lightly tapped the table. "That monster was from the Death Pathway, wasn't it? It could even make Lightning Storm die. That was already power on a conceptual level."
"Still, that thing was far inferior to Megose and the baby in her belly that the captain, the others, and I dealt with back in Tingen. Otherwise, Chariot and the others would not have had it so easy. At least someone would have died."
"That thing trying to be born should only have been Sequence 3, perhaps even just Sequence 4."
"Still, Chariot is quite capable."
After a pause, Klein seemed to recall something from the past, and his gaze dimmed. "Back in Backlund, Ince Zangwill was already a Demigod, while I was still a Faceless, still Sequence..."
"I need to pick up the pace."
He wrapped himself in spirituality and simulated the sensation of falling. A moment later, he emerged from the Foundation's washroom and left as if nothing had happened.
Windmill Island.
Sifa opened his eyes and felt that some of his physical strength and spirituality had recovered.
Just now, when his spirituality had nearly run dry, his head had felt hollow and painful. His skin had gone numb and itchy, red spots breaking out as though strands of bright red hair were about to grow from beneath it.
He hurriedly entered meditation, using it to soothe the exhaustion in his body, mind, and spirituality.
He remembered that, during a Tarot Club gathering, Hanged Man had said that if one kept one's spirituality depleted for two consecutive days, one would definitely experience Illusions and show signs of Loss of Control. It really had not been meant to scare anyone.
Unfortunately, he was not in a