"So was he always like this..."
Messiah stared stiffly at Lynn's back. He was clearly powerful, yet at certain moments, he gave her an indescribable sense of utter unseriousness.
Blood Cloak closed her eyes and said, "What else? All you need to know is that his mouth is very capable. In every sense."
"..."
Because even if his entire body were paralyzed, that mouth would surely be the last thing to stop moving.
And he seemed to possess some strange aura that infected those around him. When he spoke, he could easily draw you into his rhythm, then beat you with his wealth of experience.
"..."
"What you're doing is meaningless."
In the corridor leading to the core, Azephala coldly watched Lynn's back as he walked ahead.
Lynn said slowly, "But we need to unite every force capable of fighting the Flesh God Cult, don't we? Besides, no one knows how this will turn out. Can you really be certain that the Seraphim has completely merged with Cthulhu? If she hasn't, there's no telling whose faith will collapse in the end."
Lynn understood the conflict between them very well.
Azephala hadn't entirely devoted herself to a dark faith. This was merely a disagreement within the same religious order over their understanding of their god.
She believed the Seraphim and Cthulhu had long since become one god, making worship of either one the same, while the Apostles and her brother still clung to their former beliefs. That was the fundamental conflict between them.
Lynn turned back and said with a faint smile:
"So if we discover in the end that the Seraphim is still the Seraphim, and that Old God is still that Old God, where would that leave you?"
Azephala fell silent.
But her expression remained calm, betraying none