The Sealing Ground in the Deep Sea.
The Gate forged from that Light Curtain stood there, the only light beside the surging sea.
The black tide parted to either side of the Seraphim's domain, unable to enter. But anyone who looked closely would discover that the source of that spreading tide was none other than the Seraphim braced at the edge of the sea cliff. It was formed from her aura, and she was the source of all this turmoil.
Lonely and damp, with the oppressive darkness of the Deep Sea overhead.
This place was like a long-forgotten tomb.
And within that black tide, a figure slowly emerged. Yet she dared not approach, only gazing blankly at the Seraphim from afar. The writhing tentacles on her body had long since been stained by the filth of chaos within the tide.
Or rather...
Before Lynn and the others entered this place, she had already reached this area through the black tide. It was just that no one could see her, and no one could sense her.
The black tide had not harmed her, because she had long since become a sea spawn. She was part of these Old Gods...
But...
But...
"My god..."
Her eyes held a grief and bewilderment that no one could understand.
Because all of this was just as she had come to understand through the whispers. Her god had long since become one with the Old Days, and that was precisely why she had not felt desolate. If my god has fallen, then I can fall with her. But now...
She still did not know how to face any of this.
And there was her father, too...
Biting her lip, she stood there for a long time, hesitant to move forward. Her whole being seemed to descend