Entró al edificio, cerró la puerta y solo entonces notó que las cortinas detrás de las ventanas estaban siempre ajustadas, permitiendo apenas la tenue luz rojiza del lunar filtrarse y proporcionar un leve brillo.
No se detuvo a observar más. Buscó una silla de madera, la sentó y comenzó a entrar en meditación para intentar calmar el cambio corporal que había experimentado.
Dada la visión incompleta del mito biológico de un santo que había visto, ¿cómo podría haberlo soportado tan fácilmente? Aquí no era un espacio misterioso con efectos de recuperación como en el Vello Gris!
Por su resistencia mental a este tipo de cosas, pudo alejarse de la confusión y controlar con dificultad el cambio que se avecinaba. Había logrado escapar, pero eso no significaba que el problema estuviera resuelto.
Se sentó, meditando para contrarrestar las locas ideas que asaltaban su mente. Durante este tiempo, pudo escuchar crujidos en sus huesos faciales y ver cómo su cabello negro se volvía más espeso y crecía rápidamente. La ropa de su pecho comenzó a estirarse y la superficie de su piel se cubrió con pequeñas protuberancias.
Después de casi treinta segundos, exhaló aliviado. Había logrado liberarse por completo del efecto del mito inacabado de Pannaedia. Además, había adquirido un poco de conocimiento sobre el nivel en que ella operaba: estaba centrada en la "Desesperación", y era experta en propagar enfermedades.
Al revisar su estado actual, se aseguró de que su piel, ropa y cabello regresaran a su forma normal. Si no fuera por "El Sin Rostro", esos brotes habrían requerido tratamiento médico externo para desaparecer.
No tenía tiempo para reflexionar. Slowly stood up and directed his gaze towards the tightly closed dark curtains, trying to understand his current situation.
His expression suddenly changed as he heard chaotic whispers outside!
In that moment, it seemed that the empty town had suddenly filled with many more residents who were walking through the streets and greeting each other. They discussed buying only bread or adding a pound of beef today.
The once-dull Fogg Town now had life!
However, these faint figures did not attempt to enter the nearby houses. They seemed to walk back and forth on the street, making noises that sounded more like growls than actual human speech.
Klein couldn't imagine what was happening outside, but it was clear this situation was dangerous enough for even a semi-divine witch to avoid.
He turned his gaze towards the dark ancient cathedral. According to Pannaedia, the cathedral was the only place she had not and could not explore. Entering there might allow him to escape her "hunting".
Of course, Pannaedia might not be telling the truth, but Klein judged that she wouldn't lie about this. In her eyes, she saw herself as prey, food.
And since Pannaedia was using rhetoric and charm to lure him into a trap, it would be unlikely for her to lie in this situation. Telling the truth would be the easiest and safest choice; there was no need to worry that her prey might discover the deception and run away.
Unless she was so deranged that she habitually lied...
Without other options, Klein quickly made his decision.
He lowered his left hand, making "La Hambre Errante" transparent. Even though he knew "Viajar" wouldn't work, he held on to a shred of hope. Now, with the full moon's clear visibility and no obstructions, he could try again. Perhaps "Viajar" would get stronger here, bringing an anomaly.
Klein's figure rapidly faded away until he disappeared. A few seconds later, he reappeared at his original spot.