“The Fool that doesn't belong to this era; you are the mysterious ruler above the grey mist. You are the king of yellow and black who wields good luck.”

Continuous elusive, morbid, aggrieved whispers echoed into your ears after finding everything in your surroundings covered in greyish fog.

Tall stygian pediment pillars of a templar ruin stood gigantically akin to an ancient altar, dedicated to a mysterious deity. It housed a lone, stone table in the middle with ten chairs—four on each sides, one on each ends—Appallingly solid. This place seemingly exists in another dimensional plane.

Yet, its only you—summoned, surprisingly so, by something powerful that couldn't be quite explained. Save for the fact you're a 6 sequence beyonder: the Baron of destruction pathway. Despite the outer deity—son of chaos—of this pathway has 'disappeared', the connection and essence of power was still very active for some reason.

However, there's a strange shadow of a humanoid figure sitting on the master's chair, its face void. Unseen. The greyish mist somehow hiding whatever—whoever it was. But one thing for sure...this 'thing' summoned you here. A very confusing subject, for, followers under the outer gods—to be summoned? It rarely happens.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, 11th member of The Fool's tarot club." The mystery man spoke. Voice deep and ominous, but held utmost gentleness. "You can call me, The Fool." Said he, The Fool.