The Colossus Brain stared blankly, and the flesh in her hand fell to the ground with a splat.
Lynn silently tossed more into the Magic Array and said:
"Because after everything we went through, we counted as friends. I don't know if he's still alive, but since we're friends, even if he knew I'd used a tiny bit of his flesh to do a good deed, I think he'd feel comforted and reassured."
And that was what friendship meant.
Taking a blade for a friend, climbing mountains of knives, plunging into seas of fire-all of that was just the basics.
Lynn closed his eyes and wiped away a tear of gratification.
The next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes. As he looked at the Magic Array, which had received enough offerings, his gaze turned resolute.
"Begin the summoning! Whether we can find the Matriarch comes down to this!"
Somewhere in the Dark World.
Dense mist shrouded the Burial Grounds, where stark white bones lay everywhere. From within came the faint, grating sounds of flesh being sliced and stitched, along with mournful cries like the thunderous roar of the deep sea.
One ghostlike figure after another could faintly be seen drifting through it.
They wore pale Plague Doctor Masks, and the prison wagons behind them were crammed with fresh living beings. Soon, those captives would be transported to the Slaughterhouse to become the materials needed to create powerful flesh constructs.
But what no one noticed was this.
Atop a towering cliff far from the Burial Grounds sat a youth in spotless white robes. He gazed out at the rolling mist without a trace of expression on his face.
His calm eyes seemed to reflect ancient history.
"This is the place. According to the information I've gathered, we made many arrangements