The fog spread through streets and corners across the entire city. Panicked people were everywhere, and social order had all but collapsed. The military and police had mobilized in large numbers, but bringing such widespread panic under control would still take considerable time.
"This will come at a terrible cost, won't it?"
Zuo Zuo crouched on the rooftop of a small building, hugging both legs and watching the panicked people in the fog-shrouded streets with worry.
Lynn pinched the bridge of his nose hard, took a deep breath, and said:
"But it's a price we have to pay. Humanity can't live in a cradle forever. They need to open their eyes and see the world outside. All they're facing right now is me, and they've already fallen apart like this. What will they do if the Flesh God Cult descends-or even the Flesh Dominator?"
Zuo Zuo asked anxiously, "Then... I mean, what if Dark Night City still hasn't found a way to deal with the Insect Plague before it fully erupts? Then... what do we do?"
Lynn said nothing. He merely raised his head and gazed at the sky, countless emotions seeming to flow through his eyes.
He wanted to know the answer to that question himself.
Just as Alice had once said.
Every tormented spirit that fell into Hell had an obsession, whether hatred, regret, or attachment.
Whether it was the Matriarch, Sir Awen, or Titan Big Brother, each of them had something they had to do and refused to die. That was precisely why they could continue to exist.
But what about him?
What was his obsession...?
"Let's get moving."
Lynn cast aside all his distracting thoughts and put on the Plague Doctor Mask that marked him as a Night Doctor. His senses merged with the spreading fog