The enormous Deep-Sea Behemoth let out a sky-shaking howl. Its massive limbs thrashed wildly against the sea amid the turmoil of its curse, sending waves surging for thousands of miles.
The curse had taken effect!
Just as Lynn had suspected, it was merely that Jailer's War Steed. It did not hold a Jailer's rank or status, and like all the Origins here, it was subject to this Hell's suppression.
Naturally, that meant it, too, bore manacles and shackles!
Amid the churning waves.
Lynn, wreathed in Firstborn Power and already soaked through, emerged atop a wave. Standing on his coffin lid, he surfed freely through the rolling swells.
The curse's rhythm was clearly indiscriminate, affecting him as well.
The Clown Curse he had suppressed within his body also began faintly affecting his mental state, but under the powerful suppression of Firstborn Power, that curse could barely stir.
"Now we just have to see whether it can wake up!"
Lynn gritted his teeth.
He swiftly surfed over to the Sin Ancestor, who was screaming in agony, opened his System Space, and tossed her inside.
Under these circumstances, the Sin Lord could hardly be of much help.
The rhythm echoed across the entire sea.
The light in the enormous, blood-red Vertical Pupil kept shifting between pain and indifference. More mutations appeared across its massive body, and its huge tentacles cracked and began collapsing. Clearly, its curse had something to do with dehydration.
As though it had sensed the source of that Curse Turmoil.
Its enormous tentacles slammed down on the Clown clinging to its body, striking him like a fly with thunderous impacts.
Boom-
Boom-
It was as though the entire sea were roaring in fury.
"Clown!! Can you still hold on?!"
Lynn shouted toward him over the waves.
But he heard no