Inside the room, Lynn closed his eyes. Wave after wave of mental power flowed along the hand tightly holding Black String Moon's and poured into her soul.
His entire body radiated a multicolored glow.
Madam Doll and her daughters stared blankly at the scene, sensing one terrifying Root-Level aura after another emanating from him. She had long since understood that Lynn was no longer the greenhorn he had been back in Wandering Soul Alley. He was now the leader of one of the most powerful forces in Hell.
Time flew by.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Lynn opened his eyes and said:
"Everyone... have you found anything?"
Within the consciousness network, the Self-Binding Angel and the others slowly opened their eyes as well, but their brows were all slightly furrowed. Clearly, the situation was more unusual than Lynn had imagined.
"It's strange."
The Colossus Brain shook their head, brow slightly furrowed, and said quietly:
"From every angle, her soul and will really have returned to normal. There's no loss of memory either, but..."
The Witch God Head's gaze flickered.
"No external influence-detected-not caused by outside interference-"
The Self-Binding Angel slowly opened her eyes, flecks of golden light shimmering within them. Rather than drawing an immediate conclusion, she turned toward Sir Awen, who stood silently nearby.
"What do you think?" she asked quietly.
Sir Awen came back to himself and looked at the projection of Black String Moon lying on the bed within the network. After a long while, he said:
"It's her perception."
Everyone froze at his words, their searching gazes turning toward Sir Awen.
If any of these Origins possessed the greatest mastery over souls, it could only be Sir Awen, who specialized in psionics. After all, psionics arose from the power of the mind, and his mastery