Kapitel 74: Visions

Ludwig hesitated for a moment, staring at the mask in his hands. The carved wooden face, twisted into a haunting, sorrowful expression, bore an unsettling warmth. It was as if the hands that had shaped it were still alive, their essence lingering within. Finally, steeling himself, he placed it on his head.

The moment the mask settled over his face, his vision warped. The colors around him swirled and bled together, creating a kaleidoscope of hues before everything snapped back into sharp focus. Except now, there was an added clarity, as if a layer of fog had been lifted from the world.

"So, you can wear it," the old man at the stall said, a puff of smoke escaping his pipe as his face split into a knowing grin.

Before Ludwig could respond, a familiar voice called out.

"Ludwig!"

Turning, he saw Hoyo and Kassandra weaving through the crowd toward him.