Within Seraphim's Spirit World.
The deeper Lynn ventured, the more terrifying the turmoil and distortion became. By the end, he could no longer see anything even remotely connected to the real world, only abstract images woven from countless writhing lines and colors.
If this was a nightmare, then where he now stood was undoubtedly its deepest reaches.
And finally.
In the next instant, Lynn stopped with his torch held high and sharply raised his head.
The torch in his hand flickered and roared.
"This should be the place, right?"
The chaotic lines vanished beneath his feet. A bottomless chasm stretched across his path, and all the mental pollution seemed to come to an abrupt halt here. From the far east to the far west, it was as though two different spirit worlds had been forcibly pieced together along this divide.
Gust after gust of howling wind battered his eardrums.
If he went any farther.
He would likely be entering the chaotic thoughts of that Old Days deity for real.
And what would a deity of the Old Days think about in his dreams? Would he really tell them what he had experienced when he stepped beyond Hell Borderland?
Lynn paused for a moment.
Watching the time slip rapidly away, he finally could not resist extending a foot, attempting to step across.
But just then.
Gurgle, gurgle-
Lynn's intensely focused processor instantly picked up the strange sound behind him. His eyes flashed, and his Monomolecular Sword appeared in his hand. He spun around, the blade carving a streak of light through the air as he severed the blood-red tentacle lunging at him with a single slash.
But immediately afterward.
Whoosh-
More tentacles surged toward him like a tide.
Lynn leaped into the air, dodged the terrifying attack, and landed nimbly. He