A girl stood before him, countless pitch-black tentacles spreading from beneath her skirt. Her face looked like an angel's, yet her appearance was that of a demon from the hell of the Deep Sea. She stared at him expressionlessly, without a trace of fear.
And behind her...
Was a twisted corpse so enormous that it almost filled his entire field of vision, its stench of rot and decay washing over him.
It was one of the Old Gods.
It was Cthulhu.
"Now that you're in..."
Azephala raised her head expressionlessly, the sea breeze stirring her hair. Her voice seemed to issue from the rotting body of the Old God behind her, like layer upon layer of chaotic whispers.
"Don't bother leaving."
The surface.
Lynn's avatar looked down expressionlessly at the turbulent land.
As the Atomic Revolution progressed, countless warships on the ground, and even the Black Star Hive matrix in the sky, began transforming into the most fundamental particles amid this vast tide of ascension.
It was like an apocalypse in which the world dissolved.
The next moment...
From the hollow beneath the surface, Lynn's true form, blazing all over and holding the Trident, leaped out of the ground and merged with his avatar.
He opened his golden eyes, which burned with primordial power. There was not a trace of emotion in them.
He had lost his body.
At that moment, he was like a ghostly god burning with golden flames, hovering translucently high in the sky within a form constructed from surging psionics.
He should have been more careful, really.
Back when he was underground...
He should have summoned his firstborn power in advance. Just as he had when fighting the Flesh Dominator, he should have linked all his family members together and covered them with his