"Can you send us to the Hermitage now?"
Lynn turned to Azephala with a serious look. From what he had seen in the Remnants of the Past, not a single one of the Flesh God Cult's elite had reached death omen rank.
They had relied on the torch in their hands.
With his and Lady Blood Cloak's current strength, they could use an Execution Strike on those cultists if they found them before they awakened the Old Days deity.
Azephala raised her head and waved a hand.
Rumble-
The enormous, gaping maw of the Abyss slowly writhed open, revealing the massive Portal that had stood here for millennia. This gateway had been established two thousand years ago and could transport them directly into that stretch of the Deep Sea.
"Yes."
"I can protect you. As long as you don't stray too far from me, my god's corruption won't harm you. But are you sure you want to go now? I can't guarantee whether those Flesh Cultists can control my god's body. If they can, no one will be able to save you."
Even death omen rank would be useless.
That was the domain of a god. Only those blessed by that god would be spared the onslaught of that turmoil.
Lynn turned toward Blood Cloak and Messiah beside him, his eyes flickering as he said:
"It's no longer a question of whether I choose to go. I have to. If I can't use an Execution Strike on them before the Flesh God Cult succeeds, we'll be left on the defensive."
There was one thing he had not told Azephala.
The Flesh Dominator had been born from the remains of the fallen Old Days Deities. In a sense, he, too, was an Old Days deity.
What if...
Just what if...
If