He had seen what Sir Awen looked like when his Psionics went out of control. During the Dark Night City Calamity, the waves of Psionics Sir Awen had unleashed while caught in the Curse Turmoil had been almost exactly like this.
And all of them heard the agonized, heart-rending psychic howl echoing through the roiling storm of Psionics.
That was Sir Awen's voice!
"What on earth..."
The expressions of both Colossus and Silver Fantasy changed.
Colossus knew her old friend better than anyone. Although Silver Fantasy had not known him well before, after spending so much time together, she had long since come to understand Sir Awen's temperament. He could be called the most good-natured and refined person in Dark Night City.
But at this moment, the voice echoing out of that storm was utterly hysterical.
Lynn abruptly raised his head. Although he had also heard what Sir Awen had just said, he no longer had time to dwell on it.
"Cover me! Whatever's going on, we need to bring Big Brother Awen back first!"
Lynn instantly became a streak of divine light.
He reached out and tore through the storm in an instant.
He wanted to pull Sir Awen out of that roiling storm of Psionics, because he knew all too well how unstable this power was. As a force channeled through the mind, intense emotional fluctuations in its user could easily cause massive disturbances in the surrounding Psionics.
This was Mind Energy!
And Psionics!
One lapse in control could easily cause a backlash against Sir Awen himself, trapped within it.
In an instant, Lynn hurtled forward like lightning. Firstborn Power mingled with the power of the Trinity, sending him charging into the storm like a raging dragon, shooting toward Sir Awen at its center like an arrow loosed