The rumbling darkness began to recede.
The immense pressure gradually vanished as the eyeball occupying the entire sky faded away.
"He will accept it-Cthulhu is dead-the Old Days faction should have come to an end long ago-"
The Vision Realm began to fade.
But at the very moment it disappeared completely, he heard that being's final words.
"But is your name really Lynn-if you did not exist hundreds of thousands of years ago-why do you feel familiar to me-"
Lynn froze.
But before he could speak, his vision blurred.
And when he opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to his original body. He was no longer on the street, however, but in a familiar study.
A quiet desk, a row of bookcases filled with all manner of strange books, and a lamp.
Clearly, Feather Pen had sensed his condition and teleported his body to her room.
[That really gave me a scare.]
On the desk.
The familiar Feather Pen scribbled away.
[That big fellow already had his eye on you while you were still in Dark Night City. Luckily, he didn't attack you, or even I would have had trouble keeping you safe.]
The elegant words on the paper floated up to communicate with Lynn.
The Lynn-brand refrigerator immediately hummed over.
Ignoring the pen on the desk.
Then, under Feather Pen's dumbfounded gaze.
He made a right-angle turn.
With a snap, he extended his mechanical arms and wrapped them around the invisible figure nestled in the corner.
Feather Pen: "!!!"
Lynn rubbed his refrigerator lid against her vigorously, looking (T ^ T), and said, "It really has been so long! My Feather Pen really is the most dependable after all. I missed you so much! No, I have to properly express how much I've missed you!"
[Stop rubbing