The figure of The Fool, inundated with countless pieces of knowledge, suddenly froze, his head exploding into a mass of warped maggots.
These maggots rapidly disappeared, leaving behind only a pair of black gloves and a cane inlaid with many star fragments.
Amidst the thin mist that permeated the mountain peaks, another figure descended—once again, The Fool, dressed in a black coat and wearing a half top hat.
The black gloves and star-studded cane immediately returned to his control.
Just now?
That was just a historical projection!
On the black shadow that the Hidden Sage had transformed into, the protruding black and white distinct eyes each rotated, reflecting the figure of The Fool once more.
At this moment, He wanted to escape.
