Farlan.
Loiret Department · Orléans.
In an ancient underground castle lined with torches, a pitch-black monster rested quietly inside a circular Magic Circle. Black scales covered his spine and limbs, and the enormous wings behind him lay folded quietly against his back. The black scales on them exuded an ominous air, and a powerful stench radiated from all around him.
Thick chains bound the monster's limbs, their surfaces densely engraved with Thaumaturgy Runes.
At that moment, two humans stood before this terrifying monster.
"Lord Night, we've completely lost contact with the Yellow Card in the Fog City region. Gunther Jason in Carmignano hasn't reported to me for almost a week, either. Considering the epidemic prevention measures recently implemented by Youyang Health Department, I'm afraid Jason has already..."
A figure shrouded entirely in black robes bowed as he spoke to the other man.
"Understood."
Mr. Night merely frowned slightly after hearing this, then motioned for the black-robed figure to withdraw.
After giving Night another respectful bow, the black-robed figure slowly left. Only after his departure did Night turn his gaze toward the pitch-black monster before him.
The murky light and shadows from the surrounding torches fell across Night's unusually calm face. The white side's Yellow Card was more capable than he had imagined.
Still, Night paid no mind at all to what the white side's Yellow Card had done. He had participated in "Dragon Slayer" precisely because he knew this performance allowed only one [Dominion] to participate, and that sole [Dominion] was himself.
He had obtained this intelligence from [Ether Lord · Xinliezhi], paying a very steep price for it.
But the price had been worth it. As the Fate Weaver, that being naturally knew the unspoken rules of a Fate Scribe's scripts. Night had also learned the first performance's unspoken