But he had yet to sort through those chaotic images.
A familiar, vast voice suddenly rang out.
"He agreed."
Lynn instantly went on alert, all his drowsiness gone. He immediately saw the enormous, sinister eyeball suspended in the darkness overhead.
He was no longer nestled in Miss Feather Pen's tender embrace.
Instead, he found himself in the same Vision Realm as last time.
Lynn quickly steadied himself, shaking off that inexplicable dream. He glanced around and said, (〝▼皿▼):
"Couldn't you pick a less ungodly hour?? Don't you know I was sleeping? Dragging me here at a time like this-don't you think there's something seriously wrong with you?! I hadn't even had a chance to feel..."
But his words stopped short.
As a white glow lit up the darkness.
Countless written characters danced through the air.
That ethereal figure, wrapped in countless streams of light, appeared beside him. The aura of the domain of fate was unmistakable. The figure flickered in and out of view, as beautiful and unreal as someone in a painting.
"Feel what?"
The figure asked, tilting her head.
Lynn snapped his finger toward the enormous eyeball in the sky and said, (〝▼皿▼):
"Feel him out, of course! With a creature like this, if we don't get a thorough feel for him, inside and out, we're bound to get the short end of the stick when dealing with him!"
"..."
Silence briefly settled over their surroundings.
Though the timing was indeed ungodly.
This encounter was clearly different from the last. The enormous eyeball of the Vision Realm carried neither probing intent nor malice. He had merely drawn Lynn's consciousness into the Vision Realm temporarily.
He wasted no words.
He went straight to the point.
"I spoke with the Flesh Dominator. Of course, I gave him some time to