Were they former followers of that Great Lord?
He had browsed that Great Lord's memories. In the ancient era in which the Great Lord had lived, his followers had indeed all been preserved. Burdened by guilt, he had been unwilling to take his old followers back onto the battlefield with him, and had ultimately chosen to face those Deities alone.
Who could it be, then?
If the Jailer stationed here saw me, what attitude would they take toward me?
More importantly, if that Great Lord's former followers really were here, why hadn't they appeared when this Clown was about to force me to awaken?
Shouldn't they want their Great Lord to return to the world more than anyone else?
Lynn frowned.
But he soon shook his head.
There was no use thinking about any of this now.
Then.
He once again focused his attention on the Deep Sea beneath him.
The eyeball formed from erosion marks continued to sink.
Soon.
"It's reached the bottom."
The seafloor was pitch-black. Even with night vision, his sight was clearly obstructed.
Thick silt covered the surroundings, with virtually no sign of plant life. The entire seafloor was uneven and empty, giving it a barren, silent feel. There were no signs of any creatures moving about, either.
Yet Lynn's Eye of Cthulhu still detected a trace of an unusual presence.
The last time he had flown to this sea region with Dark Night City, the Eye of Cthulhu had briefly alerted him to this same presence.
Cold, decaying, eerie.
"What are you looking for?"
The Clown sitting on his shoulder asked.
With his eyes closed, Lynn controlled the strand of erosion marks on the seafloor, making it drift about and observe as he said:
"The last time I came here, my eyeball told me something