After thinking it over at length, Sifa decided to proceed cautiously.
He prayed to Mr. Fool, requesting a small gathering with only himself and "The World," Gehrman Sparrow, in attendance.
He intended to seek advice from Klein, the "Fool," drawing on his experience with divination.
Mr. Fool soon responded.
Crimson surged before his eyes. After a moment of disorientation, Sifa found himself Above the Gray Fog.
The thick gray fog drifted silently here, and the Ancient Palace, which seemed like a giant's residence, was utterly quiet.
Sifa glanced at the seat of honor at the Bronze Long Table. Mr. Fool had not appeared.
Crimson rose beside him and solidified into a figure. "The World," Gehrman Sparrow, appeared within the mist. His features were indistinct, but his air of depth and seasoned shrewdness was unmistakable.
"Good evening, Mr. World."
Sifa stood and gave a slight nod.
Gehrman Sparrow made a gesture as though touching his hat. "Good evening, Mr. Chariot."
Sifa went straight to the point. "Recently, I've been trying to hunt a mythical creature. With the help of a Seer companion, I found her location."
"But I'm worried that my companion was misled. His level is relatively low, after all. Perhaps what he divined was an answer supplied by that mythical creature."
"So I wanted to consult you, as a fellow Seer. Do you have any advice on this matter?"
"The World," Gehrman Sparrow, nodded slightly. "First, I need to know which pathway your target belongs to."
"Hunter," Sifa answered candidly.
Gehrman hummed, unsurprised. "Then, based on your experience, do the Beyonder abilities of your pathway include any means of countering divination or prophecy?"
Sifa shook his head. "So far-or, to be precise, up through Sequence 3-we have no abilities of that kind."
"The World," Gehrman Sparrow, asked calmly, "What