In an instant.
She swept her hand.
The Cthulhu's Tentacles summoned by the Tidecallers instantly changed direction and attacked the two Tidecallers.
Lynn had already plunged into the fray. His two Monomolecular Swords, one blue and one orange, became scythes of death, ruthlessly cutting down the Flesh Cultists amid their screams.
[Ding! You have killed a Flesh Kin. You gained 2,000 experience points!] [Ding! You have killed a Flesh Kin. You gained 2,000 experience points!]
"My lord! Use the Torch, now!!"
The two Tidecallers turned and rushed back, shrieking desperately.
And finally, at that very moment.
The Torch's blood-red light rose high. In an instant, everyone nearby seemed to hear the battle songs of bygone days. Countless visions of the past appeared on the surrounding walls-the final curtain of a war, the sight of countless Old Gods charging one after another into that expanse of chaotic colors.
It was like a witness, a chronicler, the only surviving flame of that age.
In an instant.
The rampaging Cthulhu's Tentacles were suppressed beneath the firelight.
They seemed to be wailing.
They seemed to be grieving.
At that moment, both the Tidecallers and Azephala lost control of the Erosion Marks and Cthulhu's Tentacles. Infected by the emotions within the firelight, they descended into chaotic anguish.
This was a struggle for authority. The emotions of the past contained within the Torch were clearly suppressing Azephala's power!
But this time was clearly different from her previous encounter.
The emotions within the Torch were no longer soothing as they had been before.
Instead, they were shifting in another direction.
Pain.
Grief.
The resentment left behind by those fallen comrades of old when they met defeat!
"Fall back!"
Azephala immediately realized what was wrong. Almost at the exact instant Lynn Warped out of the range