In that instant.
Countless frantic, overlapping whispers rang out in their minds.
"No one can send us to Hell..."
"We escaped..."
"Yes, we escaped. This is the Main Universe. We couldn't have failed... hahahahaha..."
"No one can make us go back... no one can stop us from leaving..."
"No! No! NO!!"
In an instant.
All the whispers of the Old Days converged into that savage, frenzied refusal.
At that moment, Lynn saw endless, maddened obsession and resentment in the Seraphim's open eyes. For an instant, that obsession even overwhelmed the turmoil within her body and seized complete control of her.
"Sir Awen!! Watch out!!"
Lynn roared and charged toward him, sending water splashing beneath his feet.
But everything happened too quickly.
By the time they reacted, it was already too late.
And in that very instant.
Rumble-
A gigantic black hand suddenly thrust out from beneath the dark sea cliff behind the Seraphim. With godlike power, it pierced Sir Awen's chest in an instant.
Countless drops of blood splattered. Lynn's pupils widened as he watched the Magic Array shatter like crystal, watched Sir Awen's body double over violently, and watched countless cracks spread across him like a broken mirror as the gigantic hand withdrew.
Boom-
With that thunderous crash.
The system notification instantly rang in Lynn's ears.
[Ding! Sir Awen's Projection has shattered. His will has returned.]
The passage connected to the Summoning Magic Array, anchored by his Projection, collapsed in that same instant. Lynn could even clearly see Sir Awen's will being dragged back by Hell's power, see his open mouth and the hand he reached toward him.
"Sir Awen!!"
The Matriarch and the others, scattered by the tremendous impact, paled sharply. This sudden turn of events had thrown them all into utter disarray.
Azephala looked even