Their brows were tightly furrowed, their eyes full of worry.
Saint Anna had also learned what their sister had endured all those years ago. After the Great Fall three thousand years earlier, she had refused to believe their older sister was dead. Instead, she had spent centuries searching for a passage to Hell, finally arriving on Blue Star more than two thousand years ago.
And it was there that she had encountered that exiled Old Gods.
More than two thousand years of suppression had left them increasingly intertwined and fused, and the monster they became had also been the last Ancient God to fall before the Second Great Fall.
"Is there still hope for our sister to return, Matriarch?"
Saint Anna turned worriedly toward the Self-Binding Angel.
The Self-Binding Angel looked grave and said nothing.
She did not know.
Her fusion with the Old Gods named Cthulhu had been a catastrophic accident born of chance. As Clown had once said, their best outcome was to become a Jailer, while the worst was what they faced now: eternal slumber, sleeping until the end of time.
And even Lynn, who commanded the firstborn power, would find it difficult to intervene in the final outcome.
"We can only leave it to fate."
She drew a deep breath.
In the distance, points of light were rapidly approaching. The Self-Binding Angel turned toward that distant stretch of sky, knowing they had arrived.
A moment later, Lynn and the senior leaders of Dark Night City flew in from afar and landed beside her.
"How is it going? Is it still not over?"
Lynn came to her side and glanced at the rift, from which the sound of surging tides kept spilling out. It led to his Strange Otherworld.
The Self-Binding Angel shook her head.
The Mother