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He appeared before the Demon of Knowledge once more. They were still the only two within the Knowledge Moor. Klein asked:
"What else is there?"
He felt something was off. The Demon of Knowledge seemed to be hiding something from him, but that was hardly strange. Everyone had their own plans.
"About stabilizing your mind."
The Demon of Knowledge answered somewhat vaguely, "As I said before, the Lord of Mysteries has influenced your mind too deeply. You need some treatment. But the best Psychiatrist in this world is your enemy, and Adam, a mere 'Writer,' is nowhere near qualified enough, so we can only seek help elsewhere."
This was good news for him. The Knowledge Moor opposed Sefirah Castle's aura, temporarily easing Klein's mental strain. He was rather pleased:
"Have you found a way?"
The Demon of Knowledge nodded.
"Tell me." Klein looked toward the Southern Continent in the real world, frowning slightly. "If you need any more help from me, just say so. Once my condition stabilizes, I still have things to do."
"I'm not the one who can help you," the Demon of Knowledge said. "I'm only bringing you here."
Crimson moonlight and blazing sunlight tore at each other.
Although their battlefield lay far up in the sky, the spirituality dispersed by their every movement and their mystical symbolism still affected the workings of the entire world.
Through countless collisions and struggles, the Red Moon's light grew ever weaker, and the voluptuous, graceful woman sighed in sorrow.
She looked at the Omniscience and Omnipotence One sadly, no longer trying to stuff this "rebellious child" into her body and give birth to him again. Instead, she called his name in a sad, gentle voice, like a mother calling to a lost child, longing to rekindle his attachment