That voice came again.
It sounded like the whispers of countless souls layered upon one another.
Her vision blurred. Amid the immense pain, a shattered, fallen world appeared like an illusion before her eyes: a broken kingdom, a ruined royal court, and a cold man floating cross-legged amid pitch-black turmoil, dark markings creeping across his forehead.
His voice seemed to pass through countless dimensions and countless spaces, pouring into her ears like truth itself.
"F-Father God... no, you're not Father God... who are you... Father God would never speak to me... aaagh..."
She clutched her head and shrieked in agony.
The immense pain and crushing pressure nearly forced her to her knees.
"Find him-"
That cold, emotionless voice rang out in her mind again.
"If you cannot kill him-you will be abandoned-"
The pain pierced her heart, as though it would annihilate her entirely. Her vision blurred again, and she saw countless frenzied armies, pollution spread across an entire kingdom, and an enormous eye spanning the border of the ordered universe. The invasion seeped like ink into the borders of the Material Universe.
Just as she thought she was about to be erased, she abruptly awoke. Her eyes flew wide, and she fell onto the surface of the sea, trembling and gasping.
The traces of pollution on her face slowly receded.
She looked toward the pitch-black coffin resting on the sea. The markings crisscrossing its surface seemed to sneer at her in savage mockery.
Within the Deep Sea Hall.
Lynn sat cross-legged before the Throne, his gaze fixed on the ancient Iron Throne. Azephala's earlier words still echoed in his ears.
"That Trident is right in front of you now, isn't it?"
He asked.
Azephala's voice came through the Iron Throne again.
"Yes. It told me everything that