Lynn took a moment to compose himself.
Holding his Monocle, he swept his gaze over all the family members present.
"The Flesh Dominator."
At those words,
the entire conference hall fell silent.
Most of the Origins, including Colossus and Sir Awen, frowned. Ever since the upheaval in Dark Night City, they had found no further news of the Flesh Dominator.
He seemed to have vanished, erasing every trace of his activities in the Dark World.
Even the fanatical Flesh God Cult
had scattered across the Dark World, no longer forming an organized force.
Lynn's gaze grew somber. He raised his head and said,
"The reconstruction of Dark Night City is gradually getting on track now, but I don't think any of us will ever forget what happened back then. I can no longer find the Feather Pen, the Mother Tree's fate is still unknown, and many of us have been through a brush with death."
The scenes of Dark Night City's fall surfaced in all their minds.
Mutated flesh filling the sky.
The curse sweeping through all of Dark Night City.
That had been their weakest moment, and Lynn had shouldered almost everything alone.
The Colossus Brain opened his eyes and looked at Eve writhing on Lynn's shoulder. Vaguely realizing something, he asked,
"You have news of the Flesh Dominator?"
Lynn hid nothing. He nodded, adjusted his Monocle, and said gravely,
"In a way I never expected, Eve happened to establish some kind of connection with him through the Flesh Dominator specimens I collected in my potion room. Through that connection, she roughly sensed his coordinates in the Dark World."
At those words,
every Origin present turned a startled gaze toward the writhing mass of blood vessels perched on Lynn's shoulder.
"What exactly is..." Sir Awen frowned.
Lynn stood, gathered