Compared to the surprised and bewildered "Saintess of Black" Clarice, Amon's smile remained undiminished. Instead, he looked at this representative of the Demoness Sect with an extremely seductive tone, pointing to the sky that was once again occupied by the Blood Moon: "Do you want to know what happened there?"
A sudden, inexplicable sense of dread rose in her heart, and Clarice decisively shook her head. As an existence second only to the few Demoness of Catastrophe, a true high-level member of the Demoness Sect, she already knew that some knowledge, even just hearing it, could bring disaster.
"Tsk tsk, a very keen intuition. As expected of someone who could survive the Pale Disaster."
Amon snapped his fingers, commenting with what sounded like either sarcasm or admiration, then watched the farce in the Astral World with great interest until the eerie Blood Moon returned to normal. He then chuckled and remarked: "What a rare spectacle!"
"Saintess of Black" Clarice glanced at the Amons around her, each with a different expression, and after a moment of silence, cautiously spoke: "Respected Angel of Time, in accordance with the will of the Primordial One, my cooperation will be at your disposal for your plan. However, Tracy is the candidate the Sect has cultivated to replace the 'Saintess of White'. May I ask if you, sir, could spare her?"
Amon, who had been gazing at the sky, turned his head slightly, a flash of light glinting on his monocle. Under Clarice's horrified gaze, a human skin, the size of a head, suddenly appeared in his hand. Its surface was outlined with deep black patterns forming an abstract portrait.
The star-filled night sky was torn apart by black, python-like tentacles, one after another, as if it were the end of the world.
A silently burning, brilliant spark of fire fell from the fissure, suspended at the source of the tentacles, in front of that blurry figure!
"Necessary sacrifices are unavoidable. Furthermore, know your place."
Amon's voice turned cold, containing a warning. He then clicked his tongue, examining the portrait he had just stolen and commented: "Using skin as canvas, blood as paint, plus a Sequence 2 Planeswalker characteristic."
"Tsk tsk, Cheek, you truly have a grand gesture. It's very sincere."
"It seems the Pale Disaster left a deep impression on you...."
Before Amon could finish speaking, the tentacles on the human skin painting seemed to come alive, rising one by one. The indifferent pupils embedded in their slimy, eerie tips stared in unison at Amon outside the painting.
At the edge of the deck, a certain monocle-wearing pirate's body stiffened and instantly turned to stone. A 12-segment Worm of Time struggled to crawl out, but the next second, it too could not escape the fate of petrification.
"Just a joke, no need to be serious...."
Amon casually transferred the petrification to his clone, then threw the human skin to Clarice, who looked both terrified and respectful. He added leisurely: "The Astral World is getting livelier and livelier. Our cooperation should begin. Tsk, I hope this is a win-win transaction!"
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Backlund, Earl Hall's residence.
Walking along the path in the garden, Xio looked at Fors with a somewhat strange expression, noting her varied facial changes. She couldn't help but lower her voice and ask: "What's wrong with you? Did Miss Audrey say something to you?"
Fors opened her mouth, her thoughts seemingly still stuck in the shock and embarrassment of Audrey exposing her identity. She cleared her throat and somewhat stiffly changed the subject: "Uh, nothing, I'm just a little surprised."
"Justice, oh no, Miss Audrey invited me to go to East Chester County with her, and she even promised to let me learn Beyonder abilities of the Apprentice Pathway from Mr. Abraham."
Xio eyed her friend suspiciously, not understanding why she would be so anxious about such a good thing. Her Arbiter's intuition told her that something was definitely hidden within it.
Watching Fors and Xio walk away, Audrey unconsciously wore a faint smile, then, just as she had arrived, used her psychology invisibility to return to her bedroom.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Audrey paused, her expression becoming somewhat strange.
The golden retriever Susie lay on the velvet carpet, her smooth, fluffy fur serving as a pillow for a baby wrapped in silver silk, who was comfortably leaning against her.
Avril was giggling, holding a silver spoon, feeding the special, expensive ice cream in her hand to the infant on Susie's back. Evelina, meanwhile, elegantly walked with a cat-like stride, stacking the scattered empty ice cream containers.
In the corner of the room not far away, Victor Abraham's figure flickered in and out of sight, his expression quite solemn, his gaze shifting back and forth between the crimson moon outside the window and the baby.
Only Angels and some demigods with special authority could clearly perceive the abnormalities in the Astral World. As a demigod of the Door Pathway, Victor Abraham was naturally one of them.
"Burp~" With a very satisfied burp, Will Auceptin lazily turned over and looked at Audrey, whose expression was somewhat uncertain, saying: "Hmm, little girl, this is our first meeting in reality."
Avril, who was feeding Will Auceptin, suddenly widened her eyes, looking in surprise at the infant who had suddenly become old-fashioned and could speak.
Listening to the familiar tone and looking at the silver silk depicting many wheels, Audrey recalled the desolate wilderness with the black Tower standing tall that she often saw when traveling through dreams to digest her potion.
Her expression relaxed slightly, and she curtsied a standard court bow, lifting her skirt slightly: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Snake, or should I use a more formal title?"
Waving his chubby arms, Will Auceptin said nonchalantly: "Will Auceptin, hmm, just call me that for now."
After speaking, he looked at the somewhat stunned Avril, Will Auceptin pointed to his empty mouth, grumbling discontentedly: "I've helped that fellow Aaron so much, as his sister, you should compensate me."
Avril looked up in a daze, and after receiving Audrey's approval, she finished feeding the remaining ice cream with a strange expression.
"Hmm, very good ice cream...."
Giving a very satisfied evaluation, Will Auceptin's eyes darted, looking at Victor Abraham, who was standing in the corner of the room, and advised: "Hey, little fellow from the Abraham family, the matters of the Astral World are not for you to worry about. Also, you should leave here for the next two days."
Feeling the few puzzled gazes falling on him, Will Auceptin, in the manner of a charlatan, mumbled: "This is a revelation of fate!"
"Hehe, to be precise, Hvin Rambis will fall tonight, so some fellows will frequently visit here these next few days."
"A demigod from the Abraham family has reappeared, and coincidentally, they are at Earl Hall's residence. Tsk tsk, if this is discovered, it won't be good news for certain individuals."
Hvin Rambis? A flicker of disgust passed through Audrey's eyes, then turned into something akin to disbelief.