At that instant.
Lynn's consciousness entered her spirit world once again.
Surging psionics enveloped him. He snapped his eyes open and once again set foot in the deep sea of her consciousness.
That darkness of eternal silence had grown larger.
And Lynn knew perfectly well that if she failed to awaken before that darkness, which symbolized death, spread to every corner of her heart, she truly would never return.
At that moment.
He became utterly calm.
His gaze immediately began searching the darkness for the vague figure he had seen before.
Then, once again.
He plunged toward the deeper seabed as fast as he could.
Because if her past experiences had given rise to that obsession in her subconscious, then perhaps, once he found its true source, he could free Miss Doll completely from the shadows of her past. And if she could wake up, she would cast off all those burdens and become a truly normal girl.
He kept diving.
Soon, he reached the period a month earlier.
That was the endpoint of her entire life as she understood it.
And now, those memories, too, had been buried beneath the darkness of death.
Lynn did not linger.
He resolutely continued diving into the more distant past.
And he firmly believed that the figure he had seen in the deep sea before was the key to all of this, the embodiment of her true, deeper subconscious.
He plunged rapidly downward.
Finally, after an unknown stretch of time.
A point of light submerged in the depths of her sea of consciousness reflected in his eyes. It was probably an image of a memory from a more distant past.
Lynn gritted his teeth, shielded his head, and plunged straight into it.
It was as if he had stepped into reality in an