The agent of [Heart] had volunteered to come not out of excessive confidence, but because among all existing agents, her abilities truly made her the most suited for this task.
As [Heart], as the [Drumbeats of Continuance], her vitality was extraordinarily tenacious.
Even under [His] direct gaze, even when contaminated by vast amounts of [Cup]'s aura, she could still retain her reason at the brink. Her body constantly decayed, yet constantly repaired itself; her mind was endlessly invaded, yet she continually purged those scarlet traces.
Yet even so, she could feel parts of her body and mind irreversibly falling into the abyss.
She had to leave the range of [His] gaze immediately.
It was not as though she had not tried. Within the area illuminated by the red light, she could go nowhere. She could not flee or hide, and could only face that eye directly.
She had also tried to break through the red barrier, but that meant approaching the eye. The moment one drew near, the body began to rapidly decay and rupture, blood and vitality spilling away. Ordinary Named Ones would turn into skeletons stripped of flesh and life before they could even reach the eye.
If she were not [Heart], she would never have dared approach it so rashly.
The power of [Heart] supported her body and will. Even as flesh continuously fell from her body, new flesh kept growing back.
An agent's resistance to the supernatural also allowed her to remain lucid amidst contamination so dense it was nearly tangible. Still, it was strange. The other side merely watched her quietly, tormenting her with contamination and decay, yet launching no other attacks.
"Is it unable to?"
"Is it restricted?"
Her brain turned sluggishly, capable only of simple thoughts. She had already approached [His] eye, and