Emery shrank her head, trembling in fear, anxiously glancing at the Pope of Light, the God of Knowledge, the King of Alchemy In Memoriam Edition, the God of Fraudsters, and a presence so enigmatic it couldn't even be discerned.
These individuals, including Ange, usually excelled at disguising themselves, appearing harmless to the point where ordinary people wouldn't find them threatening.
But Emery was among the rare few who could sense something amiss because she couldn't divine anything about these people.
When her crystal ball was shattered by a silver coin, she realized the coin was terrifying. However, when it dragged her here, she discovered that the silver coin was perhaps the kindest among this group.
As a result, she couldn't help but attempt a reading on each of them—and every time, she received no response.
