The central Great Hall of Dark Night City.
Lynn slowly raised the Feather Pen in his hand. As Primordial Power blossomed over his body like blooming light, the shadows and black threads crawling out of the darkness gradually receded like the tide.
He pinned the Feather Pen to the Parchment, which was already covered in writing.
Like an anchor point.
Sustaining the operation of the authority.
Only then did Lynn let out an exhausted sigh of relief. He adjusted his Monocle and realized that his entire body was damp with fine beads of sweat.
Hell paid him no further attention, confirming his suspicion. Without a Jailer deliberately singling him out, Hell's own mechanisms were extremely hesitant about dealing with him, because in a certain sense, he was part of the Violet Great Lord.
And after devouring Raven, he had gained even greater weight within Hell's mechanisms.
That also meant...
He might already have become one of the few beings in Hell who could wield authority without worrying too much about the backlash.
"How did it go?"
Sir Awen asked, poised for action.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle with a sly smile and said:
"Don't worry. Before leaving, the Feather Pen taught me how to use this authority properly. As long as I don't force him too hard to do things against his own will, the cost and backlash caused by the authority will be very low. It's time for us to act."
Without the slightest hesitation.
Lynn quickly rose. A full set of Night Doctor gear instantly flew out of System Space without any wind and fitted itself onto him.
As he fastened the Plague Doctor Mask, long jets of vapor spurted from its sides.
"The war has begun."
"We have thirty minutes to prepare. That's enough time to put everything