Aivier's complexion grew even worse at that moment, drained of all color. Pain showed even in her eyes, and she instinctively clutched her forehead as disordered colors streamed from her entire body.
"He's coming! I can feel it!"
At that moment, she was suffering the worst of the effects.
That calamity's gaze was throwing the chaos within her into turmoil. More importantly, this was a critical frontier region of the Main Universe, and its rejection of her was equally violent.
It could be said that she was now suffering a full backlash from both chaos and orderliness, the two powers of the highest order.
If she had not already been so powerful...
Someone like Clown would probably have shattered immediately under these conditions, dismembered on the spot.
Watching her condition, Lynn seized her arm and said:
"So it's time for us to part ways, Aivier. You can't stay with me now. Otherwise, when that calamity really descends, it'll be two lives lost in one fell swoop, father and daughter buried together."
Aivier was drenched in sweat and terribly weak, but she still forced herself to stay alert and panted:
"Where are you going?"
Lynn's gaze was deep as he smiled and said:
"To lure him away, of course. Once he locks onto me, he won't stop until I'm dead. Fortunately, that calamity's will is chaotic enough that he acts entirely on instinct. As long as I can draw him away, he'll stop watching the Abyss."
He gripped Aivier's shoulders and pulled her closer, solemnly studying the delicate face that bore such a strong resemblance to his own.
"Listen carefully, Aivier. There's something very important I need you to do now. It concerns our future position."
"I know you and your mother don't get along, and you've had serious disagreements before.