Time passed slowly. As White Night listened to the voice coming through the communicator, his brows, which had relaxed, drew tighter and tighter.
Seeing his expression.
Every officer in the Command Center stopped what they were doing and stared silently at the communicator in White Night's hand.
"All right, understood. Keep that area secure. I'll contact you again later."
White Night ended the call, his face grave.
The officers around him asked hesitantly, "Mr. White Night, what's wrong? Has something happened?"
White Night fell silent for a moment.
Then he turned toward the wasteland on the screen. Countless emotions seemed to flicker in his eyes, and in that instant, his heart seemed to grow unbearably heavy.
He clenched his hand and said with a deep frown:
"Yes. A very serious problem. This time, I genuinely don't know how to solve it..."
Out on the wasteland.
The towering black aura that had filled the entire sky was gradually dispersing.
The figure dressed in red looked utterly haggard. Under Lynn's soothing, the chaos that kept surging in her eyes had temporarily been suppressed by reason and clarity. But Lynn knew this was only temporary. If her resentment could not be resolved, the madness it brought would drag her into the abyss again sooner or later.
The immediate priority was to find the culprit for her as quickly as possible.
Because he did not know either.
How much longer Lady Blood Cloak could maintain her current state.
"Don't worry. Just leave the rest to me. Right now, you need to focus on keeping yourself stable. As long as madness hasn't swallowed you, everything we're doing still matters."
Lynn stood up with her in his arms. Looking at Lady Blood Cloak, who clung to his back with vacant eyes, he said softly:
"Besides,