Without a doubt, if it had been anyone else, she would already have killed them without the slightest hesitation.
But Lynn had exploited that very weakness of hers.
Lynn turned around, looked calmly into her eyes, and said:
"Release Sir Awen."
Dreamweaver stared hard into his eyes, her fists clenched, and said in a low voice:
"He's with my avatar. You came too quickly. Eight days wasn't enough for my avatar to cross the Main Universe."
Lynn said quietly, "Divert the Polluter's fleet somewhere else. Now!"
Dreamweaver faced him from a distance, her gaze flickering.
But Lynn remained utterly still and expressionless, his voice and gaze ice-cold.
"Do I need to say it again?"
Dreamweaver's lashes finally twitched. Forcing down her immense resentment, she closed her eyes, and a wave of psionics instantly spread out from her head.
A moment later, she opened her eyes again and said:
"It's done, but I can't guarantee they won't force a path through."
When she finished speaking, Lynn felt a deep chill in his heart.
Just as she had never expected him to actually die,
Lynn had never imagined that this woman had truly lured the Polluter's army toward the Abyss. She had actually done it.
"Kneel!"
Lynn's expression remained calm as he spoke.
Dreamweaver froze, as though she hadn't heard what he'd said clearly. But once she registered it, cold light brimming with murderous intent instantly flashed in her eyes.
"I suggest you don't push your luck, Lynn. I'll compromise with you this time, but don't take a mile when I give you an inch!"
Lynn looked down at her and said:
"Oh? So you have some self-respect too. So you do know that toying with people in that condescending tone makes them feel humiliated. Then why don't you make a bet