"Let's go!"
Lynn squeezed the Feather Pen tucked against his body, then shook his head, returning to his earlier expression with a smile.
He leaped up and extended a hand toward his Matriarch, the corners of his lips lifting.
"Since we can't teleport, we've still got quite a distance to cover before we reach Dark Night City. I'll tell you more about everything that's happened along the way. There really has been so, so much."
Although he had wiped out the Plague Doctors' main force through underhanded means,
he knew.
This group had existed for thousands of years and would never die out because of this alone. There were undoubtedly many more Plague Doctors scattered throughout the Dark World.
But as long as they could suppress the Fallen Angel's personality,
those Plague Doctors would never recover their strength in the short term.
And next,
once Sir Awen recalled those lost memories, it would be time to put an end to those long-standing grudges.
Flesh Dominator!
Time flew by.
The shattered land still bore traces of the battle between the two Origins. Ruined walls lay everywhere, and smoke billowed into the air.
Far away, the fog-covered region stretching nearly a thousand kilometers would become a deadly wasteland that the creatures of the Dark World could scarcely enter, another forbidden zone in the Dark World.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Deep within that dreadful, sunless fog, outside the Abyss that nurtured the embryo, the ethereal figure waited alongside the Pighead Butcher.
Her brows were tightly knitted, her fingers clenched. She turned back to look toward the edge of the fog, biting her lip.
"He's already gone."
The Pighead Butcher's expression remained as cold as ever. With his cleaver resting on his shoulder, he was both waiting and standing guard.
"Don't