And Lynn could sense that his words were true.
Or rather, the captain's earlier estimate that Hell would completely erase him within a few years had been far too conservative. Judging by the corrupt aura Lynn could feel spilling out, this ancient undead, who had existed for several epochs, might vanish from this world entirely within the next two months.
"This is the place!"
The Merfolk general abruptly raised his head and ordered his guards to secure the area around the gate. He rushed up to it himself and began unlocking its rune keys at a dizzying speed.
Rumble-
As Cursecraft power surged, the enormous rune gate rumbled open to either side.
An icy wind laden with decay struck him in the face, and Lynn immediately saw what lay inside. It was an immense space with towering cliffs rising within it, as though the entire underground had been hollowed out.
The first thing Lynn saw was an enormous ship resting upon a void-like expanse of water. The vessel was dilapidated and riddled with decay, but traces of its former glory remained.
Beyond that, there was an overwhelming aura of decay.
Lynn could even clearly see the black, diseased tissue crawling outward from the ship and spreading.
"Master's true form is aboard the ship. To be honest, we haven't seen his body in over a thousand years. But since Master said you could slow the erosion consuming him, we can only place our faith in you, Lord Lynn."
The Merfolk general's gaze was solemn.
He and every guard around him dropped to their knees before Lynn in unison.
Clearly.
After returning, the captain had already told them about Lynn. They had been waiting here for his arrival ever since, right up to this moment.
Holding the Trident, Lynn adjusted the Monocle