But Lynn and the others also knew that discussing this question now was unlikely to lead anywhere.
For one thing, these were merely unfounded associations and guesses sparked by a name. More importantly, the creator of that defense line had vanished over two thousand years ago.
And where exactly had she gone?
Probably no one knew.
"But we're facing an even bigger problem right now."
The Self-Binding Angel turned toward Lynn, her eyes flickering.
"How do we leave the Main Universe? Lynn, even if we can leave..."
She pointed upward.
"Will she and they... allow us?"
Everyone's eyes settled on Lynn. This was, in fact, what concerned them most. Three thousand years had passed, and for the Captain and the others, generation after generation had come and gone. Yet to this day, not a single Origin had truly broken free of Hell's shackles and returned home.
They knew that as Lynn grew stronger and more independent, the Jailers' attitude toward them had gradually shifted from outright hostility to neutrality.
But that did not mean they would let them leave.
Lynn tapped his temple and gazed intently at his family.
"They will. Even if those Jailers are unwilling, they have to admit that we're all in the same boat now. If it sinks, every one of us dies."
"Then what are you planning to do?"
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and smiled.
"Simple. I'll pay them a visit myself. If they're willing, everything will be easy. If they aren't..."
"Then they can't blame me for raising hell."
Atop the tallest spire in Dark Night City.
Dressed in black robes, Lynn leaned against the tip of the spire, his head raised as he gazed at the roiling black mist overhead.
"Lynn, honestly, I don't really want to go... You know, going