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That night, Klein had just crawled under the covers when he suddenly heard a prayer unlike any he had ever heard before.
If the previous prayers had been whispers lingering beside his ears, this prayer was the dangerous buzzing of an electric drill right next to them, making his scalp prickle. Klein sat bolt upright, slipped into the washroom, and headed straight for Sefirah Castle with practiced ease.
He seems to look like a middle-aged man, with black hair and blue eyes... Do I know anyone like that?
Grumbling inwardly, Klein hurried to the seat of honor. The illusory sphere, clearly far larger than the other crimson stars-large enough to be considered a crimson sun-was shining, resonating with the symbol of the Fool.
Who is it?
Klein hesitated, then reached out and touched it, deciding to take a look at the situation before making any plans.
Red light spread, and the scene of the prayer immediately grew clearer. The first thing Klein saw was a stretch of barren land, with what appeared to be a strange gray curtain of mist in the distance. The mist extended sideways like a wall, flowing slowly like rippling water. His pupils contracted slightly. His spiritual intuition told him that the gray mist was connected to Sefirah Castle, and might even be part of it!
Where is this? Why would gray fog like Sefirah Castle's appear there?
Questions abruptly rose in Klein's mind like bubbles surfacing in water. Only then did he begin searching for the person praying to him-there were many people in the scene, and at first glance, none seemed to match the image he had just seen. But when he looked closely, Klein froze.
Are those people...? They look like a group of humanoid creatures.
Their clothes were ragged, seemingly pieced