The Hidden Sage felt He must respond, but He couldn't decide which plan to choose.
Should He quickly repel the invading enemy, or destroy this unknown realm of His creation to create chaos, escape detection, and hide once again?
He had never hesitated like this before, unable to make a decision, as if affected by some Beyonder power.
Then, He heard the "clang" of a bell.
It seemed to come from ancient times, crossing vast ages.
A weathered, mottled clock's phantom appeared, and a black-gloved left hand held the hands of the clock that had been ticking between gray-white and blue-black.
In this moment of stillness, The Fool raised his right palm, thrusting forward his firmly gripped cane.
The cane, inlaid with countless stardust, caused the void to collapse layer by layer where it passed, surging toward the Hidden Sage.
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