And how ironic it all was.
When you opened your eyes in the mud, when you gazed at this absurd world through the pouring rain, you had already become a monster of the Deep Sea. You had become their King.
If you had truly died, perhaps you would have been free.
But the most agonizing thing in the world was to crave death and be denied it.
"I lost my pity, my forgiveness, my compassion. I thought I would also forget those human joys and sorrows, those reunions and partings. But you keep telling me that I still remember."
She raised her head calmly.
Lynn knew those words were meant for him. She had already forced herself to die, forced herself to sever all ties with the past.
She had even tried hard to deceive herself.
To make herself forget her brother's death, to truly become a Sea Spawn.
But little by little, Lynn had torn away her last veil, forcing her to remember that sorrow and grief once again.
Lynn looked at her and said,
"Because I know running away is useless. Because I'm not the one making you remember-you never let go in the first place. If you really had forgotten everything, your eyes couldn't have fooled me."
Yes.
How could she possibly forget?
Because it was so difficult to make a person truly die. The sorrow in her song had long since betrayed her heart. How could her humanity have been erased so easily?
But without a doubt, Azephala disliked it.
Because no matter who it was,
having a stranger forcibly dig out what lay in their heart would always make them angry.
"So I don't like you at all."
Azephala knelt there calmly.
"Once I turn you into a Sea Spawn, I'll torment you too. I'll