In the silence of the cramped, dark room, the glimmers from the monsters on the cards illuminated Mr. Riddle's face.
Unable to wait for a response from the deity, the Prophet from the Fifth Era turned and looked back at Shard.
Shard nodded:
"I think, now it all depends on our courage."
"Don't worry, sir, right now courage is all I have."
The unkempt man, who hadn't bathed in a long time, held down his right sleeve with his left hand and placed "Impermanence: Balance" into the seventh slot in front of him.
Just as Shard had calculated, the dimensions of the Roder Card matched perfectly with the size of the slots on the gambling table. Even when Mr. Riddle was about to place the card, "Impermanence: Balance" seemed to be actively sucked into the slot.
Both Shard and Mr. Riddle were extremely tense at this moment. And the five witches on the table, along with the demons, sea monsters, and dragons, also all turned their attention to this slot.
