Lord of the Mysteries

North Borough, Saint Samuel Cathedral.

Just as Klein entered the main prayer hall, he used the points of light that shone from the back of the altar to survey his surroundings, taking in all the believers inside.

In one glance, Klein rapidly locked onto a target. He followed the aisle and walked forward without showing any abnormal signs.

In the first row was an elder wearing a black clergyman’s robe, but he exuded a cold aura. His face was pale, and his hair was withered and yellow. He had his eyes closed tightly as he prayed with great focus. He was one of the Keepers that Klein had previously sensed.

His shift is usually on Friday… Klein didn’t approach him and instead sat two pews away from him. After finding a spot to sit down, he handed over his hat and cane to Richardson.

Then, while sitting down, he tapped his left thumb on the first segment of his index finger twice, silently activating his Spirit Body Threads vision.

Suddenly, black illusory threads appeared in front of Klein as they densely extended out of different Spirit Bodies endlessly.

Having just taken his seat, Klein shifted his gaze, casting it onto the Keeper.

He nearly exclaimed from what he saw, but thanks to his self-control as a Clown, and his ability to expect abnormal situations, he managed to relax and maintain his staid attitude.

In his vision, although the yellow-haired elder had Spirit Body Threads extending out, his body was entirely black in color on the inside as the darkness swallowed the origins of the illusory threads in a way that was completely different from ordinary Beyonders!

Indeed, they have already been eroded by the core seal, causing a mutation at the level of the soul… From the looks of it, the problem is closer to my second guess. They are, in a sense, part of the core seal. Once they show signs of losing control, they will immediately trigger the item’s instinctive reaction that forcefully quells them… It’s no wonder the Keepers need to be a voluntary role and be advanced in their years. They probably understand the outcome… Klein sighed as he prepared to deactivate his Spirit Body Threads senses and retract his gaze.

At this moment, he saw a pair of eyes. They were black without any emotions within.

Beside the eyes, there were pronounced wrinkles that extended bit by bit, as though they were distorted, strange mysterious symbols.

They were the Keeper’s eyes!

At some point in time, he had straightened his body, turned around, and looked blankly at Dwayne Dantès!

nodded at him as though it was

his head as a

from his surroundings as things turned blurry before turning

that he had been

was still inside Saint Samuel Cathedral. However, all the pews were either damaged or overturned and strewn everywhere. It

up ahead was filled with cracks and weeds. The thick layer of dust made it seem like it

withered hair was in front of the collapsed donation box, coldly staring at Dwayne Dantès who was

look over, he widened his mouth to reveal white,

indistinct, and tiny figures. They had complete facial features and limbs, and their expressions were different but were colored with the same

let out a growl that sounded like

clothes swelled as four blood-vessel-covered arms

heels of that, they grew fine black hair as the tips of his fingers

a spider that had silently woven its web in the night while awaiting its prey, and also like a deformed black wolf that struck intense fear

gigantic palms filled with black hair extended out of the desolate altar without any warning. They pressed onto the sides as black gas condensed

of fear, and the huge, illusory figure were penetrating

react and use his uniqueness to forcibly escape the dream, but suddenly, he figured out the series of events that had happened. His expression changed as he wore a terrified expression as he

chill spread out from the outside

and realized that he had fallen asleep at some point in time. As for the yellow-haired Keeper, he had long

eyes darted around as he looked around in horror as though he was still immersed in the dream and unable to

minute, he took two deep breaths and looked at the Sacred Emblem again, drawing a sign of the crimson

have the time to recall the experience he had

caused him to show signs of losing control; thus, causing an excessive reaction by pulling me into a dream and attempting to

the core seal behind Chanis Gate sensed the anomaly and

the problem very vague considering his present state… Of course, it might not be my problem. Perhaps he was already on the brink of

else fails, I’ll directly use Creeping Hunger and escape with Traveling… Klein

Bishop Elektra walk

spread open his left fingers in