He felt only injustice, only absurdity. A band of self-righteous gods who had never known devastation, following a weak human who walked through Hell with a mouth full of lies, actually dreamed of challenging all of Hell. Had they ever witnessed the fall of countless Old Gods?! Had they seen the blazing fires of war and the corpses!
Lynn watched him.
He stood upon the earth.
The boundary on the reverse side of space had already been broken, and every living being in Dark Night City, suspended amid the shadows, trembled as they witnessed the chaotic battle.
"You aren't worthy!"
At that moment, the Flesh Dominator's terrifying giant tentacles swept madly toward Lynn.
But the strike failed.
Just as that frenzied attack was about to sweep Lynn away, countless scarlet blood vessels broke through the reverse side of space, blocking the lethal blow for him. Clouds of dust rose everywhere as Eve left Dark Night City and appeared beside Lynn.
But she managed only that one strike.
The authority of Curse Deepening took effect on Eve the instant she appeared, making her cry out in anguish. Her flesh churned and writhed as though it were boiling, constantly releasing wave after wave of blood mist.
She hurt. She hurt terribly!
Endless pain tormented her. These were the eternal shackles of the curse bound to her from the moment she became an Origin.
No one was an exception.
No one in this prison could escape it!
Lynn knew he was right.
He watched the enormous Flesh Dominator, watching a single authority change the course of the battle in an instant. Merely stealing one Jailer's power had already enabled him to turn the tide. What if there were more Jailers?
Perhaps this was a question all his family considered in their hearts. They