The Pighead Butcher gazed impassively into the distance.
But in the end, he still said nothing.
No.
Or rather.
None of the jailers did.
But certain changes had stirred thoughts in many of the defiant-thoughts they should never have entertained.
"Go."
The Pighead Butcher spoke impassively.
"He's already set out. It's time for you to leave, too. This should be your first meeting. Do what you must."
The Clown sprang up from his shoulder, twisting his body with clicking sounds like a toy, a bizarre expression of laughter and tears on his face.
"He'll kill me someday, hee-hee."
"He'll pin all the blame on me. He'll always remember the evil I've done, hee-hee!"
"But that's how it should be. If you want to grow feathers, you have to go through blood and fire!"
After multiple Warps.
After crossing at least tens of thousands of kilometers of the Dark World.
The next moment.
Lynn's Mechanical Body abruptly emerged from the Wasteland. He snapped his head up, feeling the howling gale.
The coordinates the Vision Realm Controller had given him were right here.
"You've come."
Out on the windswept Wasteland, that familiar, hoarse voice sounded beside his ear.
Lynn turned, then lifted his head to gaze toward the surging black mist.
With a deep rumble.
Under his gaze, the black mist began to churn.
An enormous vertical pupil that nearly filled half the sky gradually appeared before his eyes. The crushing pressure felt as though an entire mountain rested on his shoulders. Even the earth rumbled and trembled at his arrival.
The Vision Realm Controller!
This was his true form in the physical world!
Almost the instant Lynn saw him, a system notification sounded in his ears.
``` [Ding! You have recorded the root-grade creature: "Vision Realm Controller." You have received