Inside Sefirah Castle, which resembled a giant palace, the crimson star representing the Chariot rapidly swelled before suddenly shrinking, then repeated the process again and again.
It sent out wave after wave of light containing the supplicant's prayers.
But Klein could not respond at that moment—or rather, he could not hear clearly enough.
He did not know who was praying.
He appeared in a hazy dream world.
This was the shared dream located in the Gods' Battlefield Ruins.
He saw the projection of the black Monastery and the epic, mythical Giant King's Court across the cliff.
Beside him, a figure wearing a silk top hat and a crystal monocle appeared.
It was a smiling young man.
But this was absolutely the most terrifying young man in the world.
He was Amon.
The Angel of Time, Amon!
Even though this was only a clone,
he had still "kidnapped" Klein from Backlund and brought him here.
Along the way, Klein had tried all sorts of methods.
None of them had allowed him to escape.
Now, he was looking for a chance to kill himself.
"That is the entrance to the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
Amon pointed at the projection of the Giant King's Court, where dusk had solidified.
Then he glanced at Klein.
"Do you want to respond to the prayer? I can wait."
Klein stared at him expressionlessly.
If he responded to the prayer, Amon would definitely use some connection to invade Sefirah Castle.
Amon adjusted his monocle and said, "Let me guess."
"That Hunter is praying for something, right?"
"He is in quite a bit of trouble now."
"But he definitely didn't expect that your situation would be so awful too."
Amon spread his hands again. "Though it's hard to say."
"Perhaps Adam will tell him the truth."
"That