As Klein's spirituality touched it, the point of light instantly expanded into a scene before his eyes:
Danitz, wrapped in a shadow cloak, was at the edge of the square, head bowed in prayer, reciting The Fool's honorific name in ancient Hermes.
Using this as a fix, Klein expanded the view outward, searching for Ince Zangwill.
What he saw through the Gray Fog was notably different from before. In the center of the square, a huge black church inlaid with bones had somehow been erected. Light flickered inside from time to time, but no sound emerged.
Seizing this chance, Klein answered Danitz's prayer: "Get away from there. Find somewhere hidden to take cover."
While speaking in a low voice, Klein, wearing a triple crown and deep-blue clerical robes, raised his left hand, causing the blue-green gem atop the bone scepter to glow.
A sharp, piercing sound immediately echoed across Resurrection Square in the real world. A sudden gale howled and swept through the area, making the casual strollers and passersby hastily flee to shelter. Even Anderson, whose face had been stiff, snapped back to his usual carefree state and, clutching his stomach, rushed out of the danger zone.
In just a few seconds, Resurrection Square fell nearly empty. Even those who didn't run were pushed along by the gale, feeling as if they were flying.
The empty area fell quiet for a brief moment. Then a spark of fire lit up from the bone church's window, growing larger and more dazzling.
In utter silence, the stained-glass window shattered into pieces. A searing white light, almost blue, burst out like a meteor.
The fire dissolved and coalesced into Ince Zangwill, dressed in black clerical robes, one eye deep blue and the other threaded with blood vessels.
As soon as this "Watchman" appeared, his mouth split open uncontrollably, and he barked at the classical quill in his hand: "If it weren't for you, you idiot, refusing to listen to me, how could things have gotten this bad! "I don't even know what you're so afraid of. If you'd let me pray to the Lord earlier, secretly rejoin the Rose of Salvation, team up with the great serpent, prepare, and set a trap, we'd be hunting Adam today—not the other way around!"
The somewhat dim and battered quill flew up and scribbled in the empty space of Ince Zangwill's clothes: "Soren Ainhorn Medici, burning with shame and rage, has pinned the entire blame for this incident on the 'Quill of Alzuhod.' But in truth, it was He Himself who blocked Himself from praying to the 'True Creator.' Neither Soren nor Ainhorn wanted to worship that evil god. "Today's ordeal has made this evil spirit's schizophrenia even worse! This is perfectly reasonable—this is the diagnosis of the most professional, top-tier psychologist!"
Ince Zangwill's brow twitched. He instinctively raised his left hand to press his head.
His deep-blue, almost black eyes quickly regained their luster, and his face, chiseled like a classical sculpture, grew deathly serious.
At that moment, having broken through the bone church, what lay before him was not the square but a flight of ancient stone steps ascending to the peak of a towering mountain, where a giant cross stood, encircled by countless angels.
Just then, an exaggerated silver-white lightning bolt tore through the dark sky and struck straight at Ince Zangwill.
The entire sealed, bizarre space began to crack. The fountain and the columns of the square were mirrored in that deep-blue, almost black eye.
Ince Zangwill's figure vanished in an instant, leaving only a transparent, blurry spirit in its place. The spirit was hit by the lightning and annihilated on the spot.
This "Watchman," not stopping to think what dangers might lurk outside, seized his chance, turned into firelight, pierced through the gap, and shot out.
For him, no matter what ambush lay ahead, it could not be more terrifying or more difficult to handle than the Son of the Creator, the King of Angels, Adam!
Seeing the firelight flare up over the square as Ince Zangwill—freed from the illusory world, his dark-gold hair and pale hands restored—Klein lifted his head slightly and instinctively sat up straight.
Countless images flashed through his mind: himself with his heart pierced, the pair of shiny leather boots he had seen right before his last death, Dunn Smith smiling and winking his left eye at him, the ruined Blackthorn Security Company.
Klein's mouth quickly split into a grin, curling into a comical smile.
Then, in a low voice, he spoke in ancient Hermes: "Calamity!"
In his right hand, the silver-gray charm abruptly blazed with pitch-black flames.
This was a charm in the domain of calamity that Klein had made by directly praying to the "Goddess of the Night," using the blood of the "Mercury Serpent" Will Auceptin and precious metals.
This was the gift he had prepared for Ince Zangwill.
This was the arrow of revenge.
This was a curse from God!
Klein shot to his feet, jerked his shoulder, and swung his right arm, blending the pitch-black light with a trace of power drawn from above the Gray Fog, and hurled it into the scene expanded from the prayer image, hurling it at Ince Zangwill.
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The moment Ince Zangwill returned to Resurrection Square, he saw a deep black light, coming from nowhere, covering the entire sky and plunging his surroundings into utter darkness.