The next moment.
A grave expression appeared in his eyes.
"The Nightmare King did this himself. This corrupting power is extremely pure. It's wearing away her primordial source little by little. From what I can tell, it has already seeped into her primordial source. I advise you not to act rashly. Your firstborn power and chaos counteract each other. If you forcibly erase the chaos inside her, she won't survive either!"
Lynn whipped his head around, his blood-red eyes fixing on his face.
"He wants to kill her?!"
The golden figure said gravely:
"No. Killing her would be easy, but it's very likely something else."
Corruption!
Little by little, she would be transformed at the level of her primordial source into a different kind of polluted being, one utterly loyal to that calamity. Her corruption would go even further than that of those deities, because under certain circumstances, they still needed to use those deities' laws, so they would not completely destroy their divine sparks.
But she was different.
"Is there any way? Is there any way to reverse this?"
Lynn demanded desperately.
The figure fell silent for a moment, then met Lynn's gaze and said:
"Even if there is, it isn't something you or I can reverse at our level. This power of theirs comes from that calamity, and in all existence, whose standing... could surpass His?"
At that moment, Lynn's heart plunged into an abyss.
He slumped to the ground, gazing at Dreamweaver in his arms. His nails dug into his palms, and crimson blood dripped down.
Was this really the only outcome...?
It should have been a blessing amid disaster.
He had finally learned that she wasn't dead, only to be given this news in the end.
Lynn clenched his fists tightly. The power throughout his body