Name: Monk in the Post-Host Era
Author: Prince Heshuo Bigelian

Synopsis

[The author is sleepwalking; the Western Continent is full of my own worldbuilding. Swipe right if that bothers you.]

[The characters belong to Ai Qianshui De Wuzei. I own the OOC. Includes some Circle of Inevitability setting.]

[Sorry for borrowing lots of tropes and bits of other writing styles. I'm too familiar with Eastern fantasy not to make the connections.]

The Celestial Worthy waved at Klein. "Stay in that coffin and watch your ending!"

Klein didn't have time to switch anchors before the oncoming gray fog blinded him...

Was Klein done for? The corners of Amon's mouth twitched. He couldn't help letting out a couple more sobs. Fool who doesn't belong to this era, mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog, King of Yellow and Black who holds dominion over good luck, please protect your husband! Never mind anything else, just make sure your husband survives. Otherwise, we'll never be able to reunite as a family again.

Beside Amon, the members of the Tarot Club faced the Mother Tree one by one. We declare war! Against the Mother Goddess, we declare war! Against the Outer Deities, we declare war!

The listless literary girl stepped to the front. "Magician Fors, Door Pathway, Sequence 1, 'Key of Stars.'"

The young man with Red Gloves stepped forward. "Star Leonard, Darkness Pathway, Sequence 2, 'Servant of Concealment.'"

The green-eyed girl came forward gracefully. "Justice Audrey, Spectator Pathway, Sequence 2, 'Discerner.'"

The angels stood in a row and chanted Klein's name together:

"Fool who doesn't belong to this era, mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog, King of Yellow and Black who holds dominion over good luck!"

Klein opened his eyes! Within them lay a sleeping lion, as if the grief of blood would never fade!

The nailed-shut coffin opened. The Celestial Worthy, who had just been cackling, was horrified. The newborn Lord of the Mysteries was terrifying! He had actually broken through the illusion! Even the former Lord of the Mysteries trembled at the sight!

"Is this what despair feels like?" the Celestial Worthy couldn't help thinking...

"Uncle Zhou!" Amon hugged Klein when he saw him wake. "I knew you'd be all right! You once promised to take me to see the snow, the stars, and the moon..."

The sleeping lion in Klein's eyes opened its eyes. The former keyboard warrior shouted, "Keyboard, come!" His humanity returned. "Why is someone copying this, too?!"

Klein really opened his eyes and instinctively pushed Amon, who had been holding him up, away.

Amon turned back in confusion. "Mr. Fool?" But then the earth began to shake!

A being capable of shaking the Lord of the Mysteries... Klein looked at the trembling ground beneath his feet. It was covered in brilliant colors that drew his gaze toward the sky. There, a city was reflected, its buildings arranged irregularly and even shifting faintly.

"Something's wrong!" Klein saw the gray fog set up by the Celestial Worthy at the very top of the sky. He quickly pulled Amon behind him, ready to ascend to Sefirah Castle at the first sign of a sudden change.

The gray fog didn't shift with the city in the sky. Nor was it what had shaken the land of strange colors beneath Klein's feet.

A black avatar emerged from the River of Eternal Darkness. Everything it passed turned to dusk. Death formed its body, and night adorned its eyes. It roared as it embraced the Nation of Disorder in the sky.

Heaven and earth trembled.

Klein shielded himself from the vicious wind unleashed by the collision of the two sefirot. At the same time, he suppressed the Knowledge Moor stirring beneath his feet and the Shadow World churning even deeper down. The Brood Hive ordered its followers to stay away. Farther off, the red of war surged, outlining the City of Calamity.

This was the Western Continent, the Western Continent on the other side of the Fog Sea.

Theme: Listen to good advice.