Sir Awen and the others stopped, all staring stiffly at Lynn.
"You... you mean..."
Lynn slowly climbed to his feet.
"Yes, Hell isn't impossible to escape. That Old God appearing here already proved that to us. It's just that we're still relatively weak... once I'm strong enough to help lift your curses, once that day comes..."
"We'll be able to leave Hell!"
He vigorously wiped the dust from his face and gave them a confident look that promised hope.
At that moment.
The Matriarch and the others visibly trembled. Even the usually composed Sir Awen's gaze grew restless. Their eyes burned with fervent longing, and indescribable excitement filled their faces.
For a moment, they had absolutely no idea what to say.
But Lynn's words were undoubtedly like a shot of adrenaline, piercing almost instantly into hearts that Hell had oppressed for thousands of years.
Lynn smiled.
"When the time is right, I'll tell you. Everyone, let's finish one last thing now..."
He turned his head.
With his family beside him.
He looked toward the dark sea cliff, at the Seraphim whose head hung low, her body completely enveloped in black erosion marks.
The tide surged around her.
Azephala knelt silently beside her, and at that moment, the darkness had completely merged with her.
"You didn't tell them the truth. You lied to them."
Inside Lynn's mind, the Lady Blood Cloak possessing him spoke despondently.
Lynn said, "I can't snuff out this hard-won hope with my own hands."
Lady Blood Cloak said sorrowfully, "But what's the point? They'll find out someday..."
Lynn said, "That's why I'll find a second way. The Flesh Dominator went mad, but I haven't. Those beings of the Old Days are all dead, but we're still alive. So I won't accept that ending. Since I said I'd