For Klein, setting up a simple ritual was as easy as breathing. Very soon, he was done preparing the ingredients, and he lit up the candle that represented himself.
Looking at the flickering candlelight on the desk, Klein had an amusing thought for some baffling reason.
Would this be considered holding a candlelight vigil in memory of myself?
F**k, what the hell am I thinking!?
…
He reined back his thoughts and picked up the Black Rotten Flower powder that belonged to the domain of Death and sprinkled it onto the candle. In return, he caught a whiff of a smell that was akin to formaldehyde from his previous life.
Immediately after that, he dripped Full Moon Essence Oil, a favored item of the Evernight.
Amidst a sizzling crackle, his surroundings suddenly became quiet, and there was a shapeless, magical surge.
Klein took a step back and softly recited in ancient Hermes, "I!"
