Lynn's heart stirred.
There was no mistaking it: this was a warship of the Mechanical Church. And he could be almost one hundred percent certain that the black-and-red lumps of flesh clinging to it were growths produced by the Flesh Plague after it consumed the metal.
He had some of the stuff himself, so he knew it well.
And at present, apart from him, the only ones in the Dark World who possessed the Flesh Plague were the Plague Doctors and the Flesh God Cult.
"Mother Tree, did you discover that wreckage a while ago?"
Lynn asked hesitantly within his consciousness.
He knew she could see it.
With her eyes closed, the Mother Tree of Desire said, "My roots only just reached that area, and I haven't had time to investigate yet. But it probably crashed here before we did. If it happened afterward, a thousand kilometers isn't that far. There's no way I wouldn't have noticed the disturbance."
Lynn opened his eyes, ended their shared perception, and climbed off her soft body.
If that was the case, things were getting interesting.
Based on the information he had so far, the Plague Doctors had appeared on the battlefield he had occupied almost immediately after he left. And judging by the powder the insiders in the Flesh God Cult were selling at exorbitant prices, he couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but there was at least a very strong likelihood that this really was what they were after.
He held out his hand.
The black powder he had collected from the Mother Tree's branches appeared in his palm.
His gaze turned thoughtful.
The Mother Tree of Desire sat up, covered her chest with her arms, and stared at him.
"You're not thinking of going there, are you? I'm warning you, the