And if not for Lynn's unique identity...
Probably no one in the Dark World would have dared to do something so nauseating inside a dark evil god's embryo that it would ruin their appetite for meals to come.
"Don't reject it, and don't struggle. If you already have a faint awareness, listen to my orders. Inject the blood in my hand into your flesh cells. With my help, you'll soon take shape, and you'll soon become my subordinates again."
Lynn clung to the flesh.
His gaze remained calm as he crawled toward the embryo's deepest recesses.
At last.
After tearing through the mucous membrane inside the deepest flesh cavity, Lynn saw the creature gestating in the embryo's depths, already beginning to take shape amid the turbulent, bloody surroundings.
The instant he saw it, even a creature as unfeeling as Lynn nearly lost his composure at the appearance of the unformed Old Gods offspring. It was almost a collection of the faces of every Old God he had seen in the mental domain, squeezed together in a hideous, grotesque fashion, yet with the skin and body of an infant. The offspring twisted and grew unchecked, and almost every organ a living creature should possess was out of place.
Lynn steadied himself.
He knew perfectly well that this was entirely the result of the prolonged influence of the immense resentment compressed inside this embryo.
Because resentment embodied absurdity, distortion, and chaos.
"But you won't have to suffer anymore. Just follow me, and you'll live the good life. I, Lynn, can still give you a wonderful life."
He immediately sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Inside that twisting, writhing embryo, the Colossus Heart roared to life within his chest.
Driven by that powerful engine, the colossus blood began to boil and surge. The