Unless...
Almost at that very instant, Lynn abruptly sensed something. The Firstborn power within him surged wildly out of control, and an intense sense of familiarity swept up from the depths of his soul. It was as though he had been dragged back to the North Sea in a single instant, back to that massive invasion of Hell, and the savage killing intent that had fixed its gaze on him.
And this time...
"Watch out!!"
Gritting his teeth, Lynn hurled the Trident in his hand toward Dreamweaver almost instantly.
Because at that very moment.
Something suddenly changed.
One of the fragments in Dreamweaver's hand reflected the enormous spatial rift through which the warship was approaching, but that fragment abruptly began vibrating at high frequency.
Before Dreamweaver could even react, a hand shot out of the fragment and seized her by the throat.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Even Dreamweaver's eyes abruptly narrowed.
For what kind of hand was that?
From its fingers to its wrist, it was densely covered in streak after streak of golden light. Amid that dazzling gold were black and blood-red grooves and patterns. It was like the hand of an ancient deity forcibly brought back to life, carrying a terrifying aura that could make the entire world of reality shudder and quake.
Boom-
At that critical instant.
The Trident Lynn had thrown slammed into the golden giant hand. The burst of Firstborn power made its grip loosen.
Only that opening Lynn had bought allowed Dreamweaver a moment to breathe. Almost instantly, she manipulated reality and space, warping back to Lynn and the others.
But Lynn immediately saw fine golden patterns crawling steadily across her pale neck. They resembled corruption, yet also the collapse of reality itself. Dreamweaver clutched her neck, her eyes fixed on that direction as