Lynn nodded with wide eyes, clearly not taking a word of it in.
Sir Awen: "..."
Clearly.
He knew this fellow's personality all too well.
Then he turned and looked up at the towering tree right before him, soaring straight into the black mist. Veins of flesh covered it, and although many damaged areas were still visible, its enormous trunk still exerted an overwhelming pressure.
The Mother Tree of Desire!
Although he had already learned through the Vision Realm that Lynn really had poached the Flesh God Cult's second origin...
Standing here in person still made it feel somewhat absurd.
"So are you really sure she can keep herself in line?"
Sir Awen looked back at Lynn.
His gaze grew serious.
"She controls desire. Although she's also a Fallen, her conduct in the Dark World over these past few thousand years hasn't been much better than the Flesh Dominator's. Bringing such a chaotic origin into our Dark Night City is bound to cause trouble."
With him and the Matriarch around, things might be a little better.
But there was still no guarantee she wouldn't secretly get up to something unsavory.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Big Brother Awen. You can trust me. As long as I'm still around, I can guarantee she won't rebel. Besides, if we really want to break out of Hell someday, we have to bring more forces together."
Because they were all Fallen.
They all had reasons why they absolutely had to leave this prison.
If they didn't band together...
None of them could truly escape this Hell.
He believed the Mother Tree of Desire understood that as well.
"Of course, if she really refuses to change her nature and remains unrepentant, I'll slowly train her with some nasty methods."