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"He's in."
His spiritual intuition delivered a favorable revelation. Klein breathed a temporary sigh of relief and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Good. Next, I need to force this portion of the corruption back! There's no way I can fish Medici out of its hands right now. All I can do is preserve Medici's soul first, then ask the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings if he has any ideas."
But how was he supposed to force the City of Calamity back?
Klein felt that this was just as difficult as rescuing Medici. Earlier, he might still have been able to steel himself and mobilize Sefirah Castle's power to confront the other party and restrict that entity's movements, but how was he supposed to deal with this thing that had already enveloped more than half of Saint Millon?
He was only Sequence Two. He had no power; when it came to strategy, he had Sefirah Castle; when it came to strength, he had his level; when it came to confronting the City of Calamity head-on, he had the Celestial Worthy's will.
...No matter how I look at it, I can't win this.
If there's no other choice, I might still have to wake my main body... With that thought, Klein's Sequence Two avatar pressed his temples. He had been drawing on Sefirah Castle's power for a little too long. Negative symptoms had already begun to appear: dizziness, headaches, and the uncontrollable acquisition of mystical knowledge that did not belong to him. In a little while, even his emotions and ways of thinking might begin to change-using the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings' imprint to control Sefirah Castle for extended periods was not a good choice. It would endanger both him