All the crimson had faded.
More terrifying still, almost at the very moment they launched their second assault, two Origins among the Legion members charging madly forward alongside Constantine revealed their true colors. One gravely wounded a comrade beside him, then brazenly detonated himself, blasting a massive breach in the defensive line.
The other, the instant Constantine turned his head, thrust a blade crawling with corruption straight at his skull from behind.
It was his deputy commander.
An Origin of the Legion he had promoted during the previous campaign in the Abyss.
No one had time to react.
In a flash, the unexpected second wave of assassins was on the verge of breaking through the defenses, heading straight for the boy sitting with his head bowed beside the river.
Lin Meng, one of the Jailers, rushed forward desperately and intercepted three of the corrupted Jailers.
But two Jailers still broke through the encirclement.
"Lynn!!"
The cry rang through the heavens.
At that moment.
The whole world fell silent.
Time seemed to freeze.
Everyone's pupils dilated, the overwhelming sense of suffocation almost stopping their breath.
The corrupted Jailer's black sword, crackling with black lightning, pierced Lynn's chest. A faint smile of someone prepared to die seemed to cross his hideous face, which was crawling with traces of corruption. It was as though the purpose of their long concealment had finally been fulfilled, and their Great Lord could at last be completely freed, truly becoming the supreme Lord of the End at this very moment.
The last Raven had finally died at their hands.
Time fell silent.
But at that very moment, the corrupted Jailer's expression changed drastically.
He discovered that the black sword he had thrust into Lynn's chest had penetrated less than two centimeters before it could go no farther.