Time: two years ago.
Location: the wasteland outside the Demon Association headquarters.
"Quick! Blockhead! There's another one at three o'clock! North! North! A whole swarm of Polluters broke through! They're heading toward the Demon Association!"
On the wasteland, Lynn's left hand held a scarlet blade and called out an urgent warning.
The blade in her grip deftly sliced through a Polluter's head.
Anyone who saw this would have been astonished. The man wore a black, feathered robe and a mask, and his left and right hands seemed to possess separate minds, allowing him to fight enemies in every direction at once without a single blind spot.
The wasteland.
Purple-black pollution distorted space-time. Lizards clung to the rocks, resting with their eyes closed, utterly unaware of the gruesome war and slaughter unfolding all around them.
They could neither see it nor sense it.
Lynn had severed the Polluters' connection to this stretch of space-time, preventing them from truly setting foot in this point in time.
"I know! Leave it to me!"
Lynn snapped his head up. Massive tentacles sprouted from his shoulders, suspending him in midair like a spider.
And in the very next instant-
Bzz-
"Flesh Cataclysm!"
He roared.
Thousands upon thousands of tentacles erupted from his body, rushing out in an arc toward the dozen or so Polluters in the distance trying to circle behind him and break through.
Shhk-shhk-shhk-
In the blink of an eye,
his tentacles riddled the Polluters with holes, twisting them apart into countless drifting ashes.
[Ding! You have completely eliminated the invasion at this point in time. Your reward will be issued upon your return. Current time remaining: 180 seconds.]
"Phew-"
Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief, took off his mask, and plopped down on the gravel.
"Are we done, Blockhead?"