"Do you think she found it?"
The Self-Binding Angel asked, her gaze conflicted.
Others might not know, but Lynn knew perfectly well that the Seraphim who had fused with Cthulhu and might never awaken again was her sister.
Yet even now.
They had never truly been able to reunite and take each other's hands.
And the curse binding her confined her to Dark Night City. There was no way she could cross this vast Deep Sea to find her sister.
Lynn adjusted his eyeball and said:
"She's a devout believer, and a woman with lofty ambitions. Knowing how stubborn she is, she'd find it even if it killed her."
And most importantly.
She couldn't die.
Because as long as her deity remained alive, she would regenerate again and again, just like the ever-spreading erosion marks.
"I hope I can sense her."
Lynn closed his eyes.
In an instant.
He activated his Eye of Cthulhu, and pitch-black erosion marks streamed from his eye socket.
The next moment, he entered that deep-blue authority domain once more. Just as he had suspected, Azephala's name remained clearly visible on the list of all Cthulhu's followers.
He reached out, trying to touch it.
In the past, whenever he focused his consciousness on that name, whatever Miss Sea Spawn was currently doing would appear before his eyes like a surveillance feed. In more official terms, this was called: Evil God's Gaze.
It was just that he had taken a genuine evil god's mystical ability and used it for some rather questionable, peculiar purposes.
Whoosh-
And after he touched it, perhaps because he had now reached the Deep Sea himself, the image was no longer completely unable to form as it had been before.
It looked like the static on an old television.
In the emerging image,