The dark description appeared before Lynn's eyes.
His gaze grew increasingly grave and solemn.
He raised his hand, examining the streaks of corrosion on his mechanical arm in the firelight.
That was the damage he had suffered in the instant the Black Tide touched him when he reached for Azephala. Even that fleeting contact had left wounds on his Death Omen Rank Supreme Frame.
Chaos!
But how could...
His processor immediately recalled the effects those chaotic colors had had on him and the Colossus when they charged toward the Hell Borderland...
It was as though every element and substance that made up your being was stripped away-a disintegration that began at your very source...
Blood Cloak's face was pale as they said,
"Then... what about those Flesh Cultists..."
Lynn said gravely, "I killed them, but they still broke through the Barrier at the last moment."
"And I learned something else from them. They'd already collected a great deal of Cthulhu's flesh through those Tidecallers. If they have others on the outside, the Flesh Dominator may have a chance to descend a second time."
Messiah trembled at those words.
"How could this..."
And if he really was summoned again, his rank would certainly not be merely Death Omen Rank as it had been last time.
Because this time, they might be using Cthulhu's flesh! The Gate of Hell that flesh of that caliber could open would be no less powerful than one opened with his leviathan flesh!
Holding the torch aloft, Lynn looked up and said,
"But it all happened too fast. Before I could pry more information out of them, the Black Tide swallowed them. Now, I'm afraid we only have one path left."
They would have to venture deep into the Sealing Ground.
If that Seraphim was still alive.