Lord of the Mysteries

Klein twisted open the golden bottle’s cap and brought it to his nose. He took a whiff of the stimulating scent that energized him.

This was Holy Night Powder made using Slumber flowers, Dragon Blood grass, deep red sandalwood, mint, and other herbs. Since it was simple to concoct, Klein had made a batch the moment he got the ingredients from the underground market. It was going to be of use now.

He poured a little of the Holy Night Powder on his palm and collected himself. His irises turned dark.

Next, Klein put away the metal bottle and scattered the powder onto the ground after infusing his spirituality into it.

He scattered the powder as he walked, forming a circle around Sirius’s corpse.

A formless barrier rose, separating them from the outside world.

Klein flicked away the remaining Holy Night Powder on his hand and took out the other metal bottles. He sprinkled the Amantha pure dew and other liquids in the surrounding area.

The ritual he set up was different from the one Old Neil used at Ray Bieber’s house since the aim of the ritual was different.

For example, Old Neil poured the liquids before using the Holy Night Powder. That could create a serene and holy state second only to an actual altar. Klein had used the Holy Night Powder first before pouring the liquids to prevent Sirius’s remnant spirituality from being disturbed by the surrounding objects while still barely managing to have an environment that satisfied the requirements of the ritual.

If he had used Old Neil’s method, the rest of Sirius’s spirituality would’ve been purged, making it impossible to establish a connection.

After finishing his preparations, Klein put away the materials and entered a state of Cogitation. He recited the Hermes incantations softly, “I pray for the power of the dark night.

“I pray for the power of the mystery.

“I pray for the Goddess’ loving grace.

“I pray that you’ll allow me to communicate with the heretic’s spirituality inside this altar.”

…

As the incantations reverberated throughout the sealed space, Klein suddenly felt a massive, terrifying, and mysterious energy descend upon him.

His eyes turned completely black as though he had lost his pupils and the whites of his eyes.

Seizing the opportunity, Klein recited a divination statement in his heart, “The formula to the Clown potion.

“The formula to the Clown potion.”

…

As he was reciting the statement, he used Cogitation to temporarily enter a dreamlike state.

It was a hazy gray world without a sky or ground. Klein was unusually alert as he observed a transparent, ethereal figure.

He extended his right hand and touched the remnants of Sirius’s spirit.

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dark red paint. There were three candles on a silver candle stand, as well

had a pen in his hand. He wrote in Loen language, “This is the second formula, its name in the

water, 5 drops of tornapple juice, 7 grams of black-rimmed sunflower powder, 10 grams of

of the single horn of a matured Hornacis gray mountain goat and a complete

seemed to have the Clown potion’s formula memorized as he

a moment and took a sip of coffee, then he unwound

held the pendulum and closed his eyes, muttering terms to himself such as “the end of days”,

Klein finally saw

the wound silver chain was a thumb-sized

unique to giants. It was facing down, its legs bound by

eye of the giant suddenly had a faint red

Crack!

scene Klein witnessed shattered as his legs buckled, almost causing him to kneel

been struck ruthlessly in the head with a bat. His vision turned blood-red as his hands involuntarily reached out

several seconds later and stood back up. He felt that his spirituality was unusually weak, as if he had heard the murmurings that penetrated his mind once

in ‘digesting’ the magic medicine, the adverse

Creator… Sirius and Hanass were both members of the Aurora Order? But the Captain saw a huge cross in Hanass’ dream. The terrifying being crucified on the cross wasn’t the Aurora Order’s Hanged Giant… Klein took two deep breaths and waited for his spirituality to

existence about two to three hundred years ago. They worshiped the True Creator and symbolized him with The Hanged Giant. They believed that every human being had divine qualities, and as long as they persevered and made it through the countless

the Sequence 9 of the Aurora Order was Secrets Suppliant. These Beyonders could sense the existence of mysterious and horrifying beings and were armed with a decent amount of knowledge regarding

Aurora Order had grasped. Sequence 8

powerful, distorted, unique abilities. But consequently, if they were unable to advance, it was difficult for them to survive the next five years after becoming a Listener. Furthermore, the comments the Nighthawks had in the reports were that every Listener was a

flashed through Klein’s mind. His initial theory was

actions just now. What happened later was a loss of control brought about by the injury? Yes, Frye once said that every Beyonder would more or less undergo some weird

concluded the ritual with the appropriate

a whoosh, a gust of wind blew as Klein forced himself to look

face. It was a dark purple wart, almost black. There seemed to

kind of transformation was that?” Klein rubbed his temples, not

and retrieved his cane, allowing

been completely destroyed. Even the Spirit Medium Daly would

Klein saw Captain Dunn and

like your fate is tied to Beyonders and evil forces. In just a few weeks, you have come across more supernatural incidents than what we usually see in

suddenly thought about the red chimney he had seen in his dream divination, as well as the majestic palace on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range and the formless focus on him. He took

surveyed the surroundings and, with his gray eyes trained on Klein, asked,

Holy Night Powder and the scent of the

Klein replied truthfully. “I was worried that you would arrive late and that the remains of his spirituality would

Are you alright?” the short

passed Sirius’s undelivered letter to the

the rituals, I suddenly remembered that Selena had also once gone to the Evil Dragon Bar and that it was Hanass Vincent that brought

the portrait, and he gave me confirmation. He told me that the man had once tried to buy documents and items related to the Hornacis Mountains. That reminded me of

side, listening with a smile. He suddenly interrupted, “And so you brought your identification documents and badge here to flip through the borrowing records? Actually, I am very curious; why would you come into conflict with this man here? Even if it was a direct encounter, with your style of doing things, you would’ve pretended that you didn’t know him and would just leave