At that moment, Lynn no longer hesitated.
Clutching the corpse, he spun around and hurled the mangled body into the distance. The immense force tore it apart even further.
"If he matters so little to you, why cling to any lingering attachment?"
"If you could watch him be desecrated once, what does it matter if it happens again? You stopped being human long ago anyway. Would you even care about something like this?!"
Scarlet blood splattered everywhere as the corpse flew.
"Stop!!"
That anguished, furious voice finally rang out within the endless darkness.
[Ding! Azephala's hatred toward you +20!] [Ding! Azephala's hatred toward you +25!]
At that moment.
Tentacle after tentacle surged chaotically out of the darkness, shooting like lightning toward the direction in which the corpse had been thrown.
And with that frantic upheaval.
The darkness, like an ebbing tide, also convulsed violently as the tentacles surged.
As though ink were being erased from paper, patches of the real world appeared.
"Oh? Now you want me to stop?"
Holy flames blazed in Lynn's eyes at the same time. He shot toward the oncoming tentacles like lightning, and in that split second, his sharp blade cleaved through an enormous tentacle, sending countless drops of black blood spraying.
And that slash.
Like the light of dawn piercing heaven and earth, it used those patches of reality as an opening and crashed into the entire expanse of darkness enveloping him.
Crack-
It was like a mirror shattering.
Countless cracks appeared across the darkness and the phantom of the enormous, rune-like eye overhead beneath that slash, before both shattered and dissipated.
Amid countless motes of light.
Lynn stepped back onto the real plaza, his eyes deadpan and his burning blade in hand, and said:
"Looks like I was right. Emotional turmoil