Kevin was fiddling with his... new finger, after returning from his dangerous and 'killer' advancement he had learned that it was a high ranking beyonder who saved him, however when attempting to use ritualistic magic with the help of Leah he had discovered that his finger was no longer compatible because it had been severed before the potion fully spread across his body, hence they were two seperate things spiritually.
"i have an idea... there's an sealed artifact.. one that would chop your finger off but now that yours is already split it could work"
that was what Leah had told him..
"3-028 huh?" it was like a silver cover for his finger.. it had essentially ate his previous finger and fused with his arm, the only downside was that he would lose his way more often.. but there was a way to prevent that, it was to pray to the Fool everyday.. this didn't mean he had to convert from the Evernight Goddess to the Fool of course... atleast that's what he told himself, he still wasn't aware as to what this entity had to do with his transmigration yet.. but it seemed that he was going to face things related to this entity in the future more often, he took a deep breath...
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era"
"The Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog"
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck"
as soon as he said those lines, he felt a sudden surge within his body.. then he felt his mind plunge into the Gray Fog as the ravings filled his head, he gave himself a moment to let the ravings subside,
"the hell?!... i can access the Gray Fog by using the Fool's honorific name?... The Fool is surely related to this thing... could it be that he wants me to do something on his behalf?... well if he isn't asking... and he surely isn't home so I guess I'll see what I can do"
He willed the fog to churn and found himself able to command the fog, he commanded it to form a table with five seats and it formed a grayish coloured round table with five seats, one of them obviously a throne..
'obviously I pick this one' he sat on the throne and heard the message Chris sent through the fog and Zack's reply... "can I?... maybe if.."
He spread his spirituality towards the point from where Chris's voice had appeared and then suddenly a misty figure appeared on one of the seats.