Her black hair rose without any wind, each strand thickening slightly, while the skin on her face turned transparent. Blood vessels bulged one after another, densely packed like a spiderweb.
Fortunately, Mr. Door seemed to realize how dangerous the aura he gave off was to Trissy. He reined it in and spoke in a relatively gentle voice:
"So, Cheek's Chosen. Oh, and Cheek's daughter."
Krismona emerged from the darkness. "Mr. Door."
She hesitated for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "I thought you were going to say you held me when I was little."
"..."
Mr. Door seemed taken aback, then burst out laughing. "I really did hold you when you were little."
"..."
"What does Lilith want you to find me for?"
Trissy was a little puzzled. Wasn't Lilith the Progenitor of the Sanguine? Hadn't she fallen long ago? Why had Mr. Door suddenly mentioned her name?
As she puzzled over this, she suddenly felt a force push her. Trissy hurriedly said, "Mr. Door, it's... it's me who wants to ask you something."
"Oh? Go ahead. The years spent lost in darkness and trapped within storms are truly too tedious. It's rare to have someone to chat with..."
Trissy lowered her head. "...I want to know whether there's an unconventional way to enter the nine secret mausoleums that 'Blood Emperor' Tudor built for his advancement to 'Black Emperor.'"
Across the endless void, Mr. Door gave an ethereal laugh. "There's no way Lilith wouldn't know something like that. Why go to the trouble of asking me?"
"You came to me this time... what exactly are you trying to do?"
Mr. Door's voice abruptly grew shrill.
Amid the boundless cosmos.
An antique, palm-sized silver mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air. A moment later, a stream of light flowed from