The two groups of Origins from the Life Council and the Church of Death exchanged glances, their eyes flickering, but neither chose to attack.
Under the circumstances, however deep the hatred between them ran, neither side dared defy Lynn's authority.
But Lynn had no intention of indulging them. Looking down at them, he said:
"Do I have to say it again?"
An Origin from the Death Council, unsure of what Lynn meant, asked with a wavering gaze:
"Are you sure?"
Lynn rose into the air, his black robes whipping in the wind, and said hoarsely:
"If you don't want to fight each other, I'll make you fight me. Choose."
At those words.
The eyes of the Origins from the Life Council and the Church of Death narrowed. In that instant, almost without hesitation, killing intent erupted in both sides' eyes, and they charged at each other.
Their hatred went back a long way. Just as the Flesh God Cult and the Mechanical Church had been mortal enemies for thousands of years, the Life Council and the Church of Death had been sworn enemies for over a thousand.
Though they still could not fathom Lynn's intentions.
Since he had said it.
Then they would fight!
Enemies saw red when they met, all the more so when their feud had been irreconcilable for over a thousand years.
In an instant.
The wasteland became their battlefield. The surrounding Origins immediately withdrew, making room for both sides as they watched the frenzied slaughter unfold like a gladiatorial contest.
At first.
Out of deference to Lynn's authority, neither side truly went all out.
But soon.
As the battle continued, their tempers flared. Killing intent swept across the battlefield, and every move became a killing blow. Smoke filled the wasteland as the earth shook and the