Aiwass stepped forward and picked up the red mask from the ground.
It was a smiling mask made of red jasper, with a red hue resembling flesh—this was the very mask worn by the Playful Sky Department earlier. When not worn on the face, the positions of the eyes and mouth were transparently open holes, but once worn, they would be filled with black, obscuring the features hidden beneath the mask.
"...Is that so."
Holding the mask, Aiwass murmured softly.
He could vaguely sense the power of the Path from it, yet his system did not provide any prompts.
This was normal too.
Ever since Aiwass completely twisted the predetermined future, pushing the world into the "IF line," the system failed to recognize more and more things.
