Facing the Magician's questioning, Fool responded with utter contempt.
"Indeed, you fought for me. But you failed to achieve anything. The weak must be eliminated. I will devour all of your power—then descend in my ultimate form!"
The moment Fool finished speaking, the comical smile on the Magician's face vanished in an instant.
A jester's mask detached from the Magician's body and floated into the air.
This mask was the very embodiment of the Magician's divinity.
Fool effortlessly consumed the divinities of the Magician, the Lovers, the Pope, and the Empress.
Now, the power Fool wielded was beyond anything seen before—an overwhelming force that eclipsed all else.
The sky was swallowed by darkness, thick with black mist.
Countless shadowy tendrils slithered through the air, their grotesque forms barely visible within the suffocating void.
Everyone, including Jeremy, felt an immense, soul-crushing threat.
