Madam Magician and the other Major Arcana card holders were again affected by the distortion of order, abruptly emerging from their starry roaming state and floating in midair.
What met their eyes was an unusually bloody altar and countless mutilated corpses.
On the altar, there was also an oil painting depicting a strange cosmos.
Ma'am Hermit, whose hearing was sealed, had a twisted expression and whispered with difficulty, "It's here, it's that painting…"
She felt the terrifying voice influencing her growing louder, originating from that oil painting!
"It really works…" The Magician cast her gaze towards the boy, Will Auceptin, who was holding the iron cigar case. It was unclear whether the praise was for the item imbued with Mr. Fool's aura or the luck she had always envied.
The boy, Will, shrugged and said, "I didn't expect it to be this effective either."
