A male voice? "The Hanged Man" or the little "Sun"? Kline glanced out the window at the overcast sky, then rose to enter the bathroom just across the hall. He locked the door behind him, took four steps backward, and stepped onto the gray mist. Within that mysterious space, an ancient, majestic palace stood still, its ethereal male voices layer upon layer, echoing continuously. Kline glanced over, confirming that the plea came from the little "Sun." As he sat down into the position of "The Fool," he extended his right hand, spreading his spiritual energy toward the corresponding deep red star. Suddenly, the voice became clear and distinct, and Kline quickly grasped what "The Sun" was describing: His neighbor, the former expedition team leader who had met Amun, had suddenly lost control and, strangely, pierced through the seal to arrive in his room. Fortunately, the Silver City had taken this matter seriously and maintained constant vigilance—otherwise, a serious disaster would have ensued. The Sun believes the other’s loss of control isn’t arbitrary. He speculates two possibilities: first, the extraordinary path the other has taken aligns perfectly with the needs of the ancient solar deity’s descendants; second, the other may have sensed the Tarot gathering, perhaps even detected the quiet recruitment efforts of the "Knight of Wands." If it were the first, the collapse wouldn’t have occurred only today—only after the Tarot gathering concluded. It’s more likely the second. Ah, this is the first time I’ve encountered someone who can perceive the gray mist. That Amun is truly formidable! It’s no wonder their family was known as the "Profane" during the Fourth Age—so much so that even their surname itself became taboo. Klein instinctively turns his gaze to the image of the corresponding petition manifested by the deep red star, carefully observing the slightly blurred figure of the Sun, checking for any anomalies. ——Klein is certain that Amun will not simply be eliminated so easily, no matter how the Silver City’s chief described him—as a mere embodiment, not the true self at all! Unless he was completely unaware that the powerful figures of Silver City had been using magical artifacts to monitor him—was that possible? When he had decided to unmake the former expedition team leader, allowing him to subtly penetrate the seal, he must have already had a well-thought-out plan... As his thoughts raced, Clary's gaze suddenly froze upon the pleading image. Wrapped around the hazy, barely discernible "Sun" was a translucent, ethereal figure! Though he had arms and legs, he moved like a serpent, twisting and coiling around the "Sun," his head resting against the back of the "Sun's" head! In the dim image, he appeared to be wearing a classical black robe and a matching soft-capped pointed hat, with a single pair of crystal spectacles resting on his face. The "Sun" remained entirely oblivious to all this... Clary nearly gasped, stunned by the sheer strangeness of the situation. He suddenly grasped the other's intent: "residing" within the body of the "Sun," waiting for the next Tarot gathering, silently infiltrating the gray mist—just like a virus or a Trojan horse! At that point, my control over this mysterious space might be completely undermined... truly, a "profane" one! Fortunately, fortunately, the smaller "Sun" was rather straightforward and direct, immediately reporting this matter to me. Through the corresponding deep red stars, leveraging the power of the mist above, I can detect his unusual state. Klein took a deep breath, striving to remain calm. At this very moment, he had to act—either swiftly finding a way to eliminate Amen from within the "Sun's" body, or temporarily excluding the "Sun" from the Tarot gatherings. Reflecting upon himself—from the extraordinary abilities of the "Magician," the "Clown," and the "Oracle" to the Aztec copper flute, the "Black Emperor" card, the all-black eye, the solar brooch, and the biological toxin vial—Caine found no means to counter the Amun. The entity's sequence was surely above four, and its methods were sufficiently strange to evade both the magical artifacts that underpinned the survival of the Silver City and the powerful "Hunters of Monsters," proving far beyond the reach of ordinary objects or powers. After a moment's thought and a glance around, Caine realized that only the gray mist, only this enigmatic space, held the potential to resolve the matter. He needed to find a way to leverage its power—previous sacrifices and bestowals had served as clear precedents. With this insight, Caine turned his attention to the book, *The Book of Secrets*, a mystical text originating from the ancient wizard-king Karalam, chronicling numerous esoteric rituals dedicated to invoking aid from the primordial Moon. And previously, Klein vaguely remembered that several of them were suitable for this setting. Of course, once the pointers were changed to "The Fool," what further adjustments would be needed, and whether those changes would prove effective—remained unknown. Thus, he had to proceed with the mindset of treating a dead horse as if it were still alive. Klein flipped through the volumes, his gaze settling on a particular rite: "The Rite of the Blood Moon." This ritual magic differed notably from the simpler forms he had studied before, incorporating elements of the esoteric tradition. The procedure involved inscribing the sacred name of the esoteric entity, using a spiritually rich material—ideally, the blood of a remarkable being—on a sheet of animal hide, and drawing the corresponding symbolic signs and magical emblems. Should specific times, locations, or environmental conditions be required, those would also need to be taken into account. After completing this step, the ritual officiant sets up the altar, takes the leather, and repeatedly chants the sacred name, allowing their own spiritual essence to permeate into the leather, gradually spreading out and subtly aligning with the hidden presence of that great being, thereby gaining corresponding spiritual experiences or certain forms of assistance. The ultimate outcome of this ritual remains unknown—it depends entirely on what the hidden presence of that great being offers, or, more specifically, on the unique characteristics of the officiant, which determine the nature and extent of knowledge and power acquired through this subtle alignment. This somewhat vague and subjective ritual precisely provides room for Caine to maneuver; if he had initially presented himself as determined to decisively eliminate Amun, the latter would inevitably have resisted, creating potentially dangerous unforeseen complications. If the counterpart is someone like the "True Creator" or the "Veiled Sage," it's entirely normal for the initiate to go mad at the conclusion of the ritual... Klein mumbled something, materialized a sheet of paper and pen, and began altering the "Blood Moon Rite," transforming it into a covenant ritual befitting the "Fool." First, he would replace the title with the three lines of "King of Yellow and Black." Next, he would update the symbolic emblems to the one behind the "Fool's" chair—the distinctive symbol composed of the partially concealed "Eye of No Sight" and the symbol of transformation, the "Twisted Line." Then, based on the emblems and esoteric knowledge, he would design corresponding magical sigils, the most challenging step; once a mistake occurs, the entire ritual undergoes unpredictable shifts. Finally, he would reconfigure the altar's arrangement to better align with both the "Fool" and the "King of Yellow and Black." After a flurry of activity, Klein had a new covenant ritual—still uncertain whether it would prove effective. He carefully reviewed it several times, confirmed everything was accurate, and then allowed his spiritual energy to spread out, offering a low, resonant response to the small "Sun": "I understand. I have a task for you. Test whether this ritual is effective."........ Derek the "Sun" suddenly awoke from a dreamless slumber, his vision a boundless haze of gray mist, the " Fool" towering above him, while in his ears rang a series of ethereal, lofty voices. He knew that the "Fool" occasionally asked members of the Tarot gatherings to undertake small experiments, seemingly to verify certain matters—something he found neither surprising nor unusual. With prompt energy, he rolled over and sat up, retrieving items such as the monstrous leather and unusual herbs. As for the spiritually enriched materials described in the ritual, Derek didn't waste time visiting the spire or the underground markets; instead, he simply picked up the "Wind Axe" and cut a gash on his own arm. He remained silent, using his own blood as ink, writing the honored name of "The Fool" and the corresponding symbols, magical seals, upon the rugged, monstrous leather. After a while, he set down the feathered quill now stained with blood, and observed the multitude of symbols on the leather—vivid, rich red, exuding an inexplicable, eerie fragrance. Having attended to his arm wounds and now pale-faced, Dricik swiftly arranged a simple altar, took hold of the leather bearing the blood-words and striking symbols, and clutched it tightly in his palms. He gazed at the flickering candlelight, closed his eyes, bowed his head, and recited the sacred name of the ritual object again and again: "The Fool, not of this age, sovereign of the misty heights, King of Fortune, of yellow and black." ... Dricik's spirit gradually flowed into the leather, and the giant-language words and magical symbols upon it brightened swiftly, glowing so vividly red that it was almost startling. At this moment, as he had already entered a meditative state, he felt his spirit gradually spreading, drifting upward toward the infinite heights, making contact with the pale mist and the hidden, magnificent presence. He was seeking subtle, hidden connections... he should have recognized it as a mystical rite, yet he had done nothing to obstruct it, merely striving to find these connections? Suddenly, Kline had this epiphany, and felt ripples of power surge through both the pale mist and the mysterious space above it! Yet for now, he had no means to integrate these forces with his own spiritual essence to achieve a remarkable effect capable of banishing spirits—unless another corresponding rite were performed. Clearly, this was impossible; he could not attend to two rites simultaneously. His gaze swiftly swept across the scene, and settled on the sun brooch.