Many of those caught in the upheaval in Dark Night City still hadn't recovered from the immense trauma.
After saying goodbye to Uncle White Night, Lynn once again went outside the city. The enormous Giant Tree that had once blotted out the sky looked even more withered now.
The diseased growths spawned by the Mother Tree had receded like a tide, but she had yet to awaken. Wrapped in those twisted vines, her divine soul flickered in and out of view. She was still breathtakingly beautiful, but now she could only lie submerged in the pool with her eyes closed, like a sleeping beauty waiting for her prince.
Lynn didn't know when she would wake up.
She had suffered the most severe trauma in that upheaval, too. Her soul had been gravely overdrawn. Although he had kept some of the Spring of Nature through a strange twist of fate, he didn't know how long it would take to heal her wounds.
He stayed with her for a long time.
As best he could, he infused the trace of Firstborn power he had recovered into the water surrounding her.
He hoped that one day,
she would open her eyes.
The upheaval in Dark Night City had changed almost everything. Standing outside the city where crowds had once bustled, Lynn raised his head and took a deep breath of the air, taking in the desolation and silence that filled his view.
And then there was Miss Doll.
Even now, he still hadn't heard anything about her.
Zuo Zuo urged him to look on the bright side. Perhaps after that great battle, his teacher and the madam had been taken under the Dollhouse's protection. If that was the case, it would naturally be the best possible outcome.
And on the following day,
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