Above the undulating waves of the Sonia Sea, the "Blue Avenger" was like a leaf, sometimes tossed high, sometimes rolled down, but without any sign of capsizing.
Finally, gritting his teeth, his expression grave, he returned to the mahogany desk, pushed aside the brass sextant, took out paper and a pen, and leaned down to draw the complex, mysterious symbol given by "The Fool."
Relying on his memory as a "Navigator," Alger quickly completed the first step of the sacrificial ritual.
Next, he pulled open the drawer, took out some candles, and arranged them according to the "Binary Method." One was placed upon the symbol formed by the fusion of the "Eye Without Pupil" and the "Lines of Distortion," and one was placed in the center, representing the sacrificer.
After clearing away the clutter on the desk, "The Hanged Man," Alger, gathered clear water on his palm and wiped the altar clean. With the help of the ritual silver dagger, he barely managed to create a sealed wall around the desk.
Having done all this, he lit the two candles with his spirituality and retreated a few steps in the dim yellow light.
Instinctively taking a breath, Alger lowered his head and recited in Ancient
"You are the Mysterious Ruler above the
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
"Your loyal servant prays for your gaze;"
"Prays for you to accept his offering;"
"Prays for you to open the gates of your kingdom."
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This ancient incantation echoed within the wall of spirituality, stirring up a swirling gale, bringing the tremors of natural forces.
It was the oldest sacrificial language created by human Beyonders, containing many mysteries in itself, but lacking sufficient protection for the user.
Alger endured the pain of skin being scraped by a knife, took a small, dark brown glass bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured out many sesame-like granules.
These granules shimmered with a metallic luster, possessing an indescribable beauty.
"The Hanged Man" Alger scattered these granules, scattering them into the wind.
Woo!
The gale grew even more turbulent, but no longer fierce, becoming tinged with silver-white and deep black.
Amidst the constant collision and fusion, the two winds of different colors plunged into the candle flame symbolizing "The Fool," expanding and tearing into a normal-sized illusory door. The symbol engraved on its surface was exactly the one Alger had just drawn.
At this moment, Klein, above the Gray Fog, was watching the hazy door he had seen before appear behind the high-back chair, and felt the power of spirituality rippling out in waves, stimulating this mysterious space.
It seems possible... A premonition struck Klein, and he immediately spread his own spirituality, joining the oscillation and stimulation.
Clang!
In a sound that lacked reality, the hazy door slowly opened!
Alger in the captain's cabin suddenly saw the illusory door made of wind and light open wide. Behind it was deep darkness, countless indescribable, nearly formless shadows, streaks of clear light containing vast knowledge, a thick gray fog above them, and an ancient palace overlooking the real world.
In such a scene, Alger could not control his trembling. It was profound fear, a nameless excitement.
He hurriedly picked up the prepared Colorful Lizard-Dragon's Pituitary Gland. In a posture of holding it with both hands and lowering his head, he presented this palm-sized object, which constantly changed color and had a soft, undulating surface, before the illusory door.
In a suction force that suddenly emerged and instantly vanished, Alger's hands became light, losing the slight prickliness brought by the Colorful Lizard-Dragon's Pituitary Gland.
He dared not lift his head until the low, echoing voice of "The Fool" sounded in his ears: "Well done."
"It is my honor." Alger replied without hesitation.
He looked forward again, only to see the illusory door had disappeared, the gale had stopped, and the candle flame had returned to normal.
After extinguishing the candles and ending the ceremony according to the normal procedure, "The Hanged Man" Alger sat down with a complicated expression and muttered silently to himself: "At the beginning, he could only pull people into the world above the Gray Fog... After a while, he could listen to prayers and respond... Now he can accept sacrifices and bestow gifts... Is Mr. 'Fool' gradually breaking free from his predicament, bit by bit penetrating the real world?"
This speculation, this conclusion, made Alger afraid and worried, yet also harbored a somewhat relieved expectation.
"At least I am a member of the
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In the magnificent palace above the Gray Fog, Klein was playing with the Colorful Lizard-Dragon's Pituitary Gland, his face reflecting various colors, colors that constantly alternated.
A slight prickling and numbing sensation came from his palm, and a strong sense of achievement filled his heart, causing a genuine smile to appear on his face.
"The Tarot Club will be even more 'wondrous' from now on..." He sighed, extended his spirituality, and transmitted his thoughts to the crimson star symbolizing Miss Justice.
After returning to her bedroom, Audrey could no longer sit quietly by the bed. She would occasionally glance at the book by her pillow, and occasionally look at herself in the mirror with less than focused eyes.
She both anticipated the completion of "The Hanged Man's" sacrificial ritual and feared the result might be failure.
"The Great Roselle said that when encountering important matters, one must calm one's heart and quiet one's mind... Audrey, come on, take two deep breaths... Or go play with the dog? But