And in the very next instant...
Under Lynn's gaze, the enormous phantom of the Flesh Dominator arrived before the massive gate. With practiced ease, his gigantic tentacles rapidly tapped several of the densely packed inscriptions on its surface. The entire stone gate radiated waves of intense light and began opening with a thunderous rumble.
"So there's a password?"
Lynn smiled and adjusted his Monocle.
If that was the case, this would be simple.
Lynn dispelled the projection of Remnants of the Past, looked up, and marked the spots the Flesh Dominator had touched.
"Stand back! Let me do it."
At Lynn's command, the surrounding Night Doctors immediately retreated.
Whoosh-
Tentacles erupted from Lynn's shoulders and stabbed hard at those points, following the same method and sequence the Flesh Dominator had used to open the gate.
"It didn't work?"
Lynn rubbed his chin.
Apparently, knowing the password alone wasn't enough. There had to be some other form of verification besides the password.
Would it only work if the Flesh Dominator did it himself?
If that was the case...
Lynn reached into System Space and took out the reward he had received from the system-that writhing lump of flesh.
[Old Days Flesh Core] [Category]: Cursed object [Appearance]: An irregular sphere that seems to writhe eternally. [Rank]: ??? [Description]: A condensed mass containing the flesh information of all the Old Gods who died in battle, filled with ancient resentment and hatred. It holds the essence the Flesh Dominator accumulated over countless years. Once implanted as bio-armor, it grants absolute control over flesh. Its powerful flesh factors ensure that the host possesses an endless supply of dividing cells. However, controlling it requires enduring boundless madness. You will be haunted by Shadows of the Old Days, subjecting you to constant forced sanity-loss checks.