Ten-odd minutes later.
Beneath the faint glow of the handheld lamp, Lynn and his companion returned to the edge of the square as though nothing had happened.
Compared with before, however...
The Erosion Marks had spread again. At this rate, it probably would not take long for the outer city to become part of the Deep Sea's domain.
Lynn glanced over and said:
"Lady Blood Cloak, don't come any closer yet. I'll test it and see whether that disturbance happens again."
With that in mind...
He carefully stepped into the Erosion Marks once more.
[Ding! You have received the Gaze of Cthulhu!]
The notification and those chaotic whispers sounded in his ears again, cold and clamorous.
Lynn paused for a moment.
Just as I thought!
As he had suspected, after he spent some time outside the Erosion Marks, the accumulated gazes and disturbances reset as well.
"It's fine now!"
Lynn held his Monocle with a solemn expression and said:
"It looks like this mechanism isn't quite refined yet. If that's the case, we've got plenty of room for error."
Lynn looked toward the gate.
He could just make out...
A pair of bright red underpants, rotted by the Erosion Marks, hung from the dilapidated gate, fluttering in the wind.
[Sixth Apostle's Underpants (Decayed)] [Quality]: Inferior [Description]: A certain Apostle of the Hidden Cultivation Society's underpants, brimming with a holy aura. However, under the corrosion of the Erosion Marks, they have already become tat...
Lynn promptly dismissed the item's description. He had no interest in it whatsoever.
"Let's go in!"
Under the faint lamplight...
Lynn and Blood Cloak cautiously advanced, slowly crossing the square covered in Erosion Marks and inching through the church's gate.
Drag marks remained visible all along the way.
Clearly, the sacrificed Sixth