The Colossus Brain trembled faintly all over.
It was not out of fear, but an involuntary sense of helplessness born of the disparity in strength and the overwhelming way that power countered her.
It felt like the immense pressure she had experienced when she and Lynn had charged at the Hell Boundary and faced those chaotic colors.
She knew.
It came from chaos.
In truth, chaos was a concept she had only gradually come to understand after falling into Hell. It was a power she had never even heard of before, one that seemed capable of effortlessly annihilating and shredding every scrap of matter that made up your body just by looking at it, sending you into that deathly silent abyss.
"How did you do it? Does it... not affect you at all?"
She asked nervously.
She had heard about this great battle after waking up, and she knew that this war, which had killed dozens of Jailers, had a great deal to do with him.
Lynn adjusted the Monocle with difficulty as he approached with the corpse on his back, smiling.
"Of course it affects me. But it's exactly as I suspected. I really don't have much to fear from the effects of this chaos."
He broke into a broad grin.
This was precisely what he had come here to verify.
It was also the biggest question he had thought of after learning about the composition of this power from that mysterious old man: could Firstborn power largely negate the destructive force of this chaotic disorder?
And the facts proved it.
He had guessed right.
He had wondered about it ever since he first saw those chaotic colors with the Colossus. Why had something that almost made the Colossus fall apart with a single glance failed to affect him