Lynn: "Damn Cthulhu! Have you been bent over yet?"
"Not yet! (The urgent sound of a blade cutting into flesh.) No time for that! You have to be careful... pay special attention to those mutated Sea Spawn. If you can, don't attack them. They can't be killed (the sound of furious running)... and attacking them first will only draw more of that entity's attention to you... damn it... you don't have a sacred relic..."
Lynn: "Actually, I do have one. A lamp I picked up. I'm holding it right now."
"A lamp? You mean... so they still didn't make it out... can that Soul Lamp still be used?! For it to work, you also need..."
Holding the Tea Kettle, Lynn said, "Seraphim blood, right? I happen to have some stored away."
Messiah clearly froze on the other end.
"How do you have that?"
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said, "You left it in my space. I happened to collect some."
"..."
"..."
There was a brief silence on the other end.
"What did I leave..."
"Black tea bags."
"..."
An eerie silence followed.
The next moment.
[Ding! Messiah's anger toward you +10] [Ding! Messiah's anger toward you +20]
"Lynn!! You perv-"
Before the girl's utterly furious shrieks and roars could come through the Terminal, Lynn decisively cut off communications.
Still, if she had enough strength to make such slanderous noises at such a high volume, her situation probably wasn't too bad. If she were on the verge of death, she obviously wouldn't have been able to scream so loudly. With that, Lynn could more or less rest easy.
And if that was the case...
Holding the lamp, Lynn slowly stood up, watching the frenzied Sea Spawn with a slight curl of his lips.
He took a Machine Intelligence