[Although cutting apart a world with the strength of an Origin was extremely difficult, with the assistance of the Archangel and the Witch God Head, Sir Awen's perfect control over psionics overcame every obstacle to the greatest extent possible. The spatial boundary successfully sliced into the world's crust, destroying its last vestiges of stability. And the gravely wounded Flesh Dominator, of course, fell into real space without any surprises.]
The pen stopped.
A large stain had also appeared on the Feather Pen's pristine white feather.
Hell's power dared not unleash a large-scale backlash against him, its user. Instead, it concentrated all the backlash on the authority in his hand, causing it to waver violently and develop patches of rust.
Lynn paused, then said:
"Three Origins and one world involved in one go. That should be fine, right?"
Somewhere far away in the Dark World.
When that ethereal woman raised her head, she stared blankly at the churning black mist overhead, at Hell's Eye looking down upon her, and sensed the suppression about to descend.
She instinctively took a step back and murmured:
"Lynn, I'll kill you..."
Crack-
In the shadows on the reverse side of space.
The enormous boundary finally slammed shut at the world's hollow core. Under the interference of psionics, the entire Crimson World had already been cut in two. The smaller half collapsed with a thunderous crash, completely isolated within the shadows of space.
And when the Mechanical Church's massive cannon blasts descended upon that boundary, Sir Awen finally opened his eyes in Dark Night City.
He tapped his cane against the ground.
The space around him swept outward like a kaleidoscope.
He appeared directly at the sealed boundary, his gaze meeting the dozens of enormous cannon blasts hurtling toward him.
He flicked a finger.