Upon hearing Amon's "you're crazy," Klein raised his head and laughed out loud.
"I just gave up according to your arrangements. It's just that it's more complete than you think."
As he spoke, an illusory brand appeared on the forehead of the ice-cold and bizarre mask he was wearing.
It was a strange door of light that was tainted with bluish-blackness.
As for Klein, he was also enveloped in something similar.
Under the translucent dark-colored cloak, more and more slippery and sinister tentacles appeared. They were densely packed and extended until they occupied the nearby sky.
As his dark eyes flashed, Klein looked at Amon and said with a smile, "For me, instead of you becoming the Lord of Mysteries, wouldn't it be better if we let the past 'Him' revive?"
