"It's all right. I'm here. You'll be better soon!"
In the Strange Otherworld, amid the shattered wreckage of the room, Lynn gritted his teeth and reached out. Firstborn power surged throughout his body, and golden sand slowly enveloped her, constantly suppressing the upheaval of chaos.
The woman in the red dress trembled violently. Terrifying black vapor poured from the enormous wound in her chest, so deep that bone was visible.
It throbbed over and over like a pulse.
Low moans of pain kept escaping her throat.
Her hand clamped tightly around Lynn's wrist, her nails even digging deep into his skin, but Lynn seemed not to notice.
And finally...
As the Firstborn power gradually suppressed the source of that upheaval...
The woman's violent trembling slowly stopped. She slumped as though her soul had left her, her eyes empty. Cold sweat kept sliding down her forehead and dripping from her chin.
"Why... why put yourself through this?"
She bit her lip hard.
By now, there was no telling how many times this had happened over the past few years.
It was in the second year after Lynn's return...
That Dreamweaver finally awoke.
But her return to lucidity had brought no improvement. Perhaps because that Calamity had devoured Painter, as it swelled madly, the corrosive power left inside her only grew stronger, at one point becoming even more turbulent.
And every time it flared up...
The terrible torment nearly drove her mad, making her destroy everything around her indiscriminately in her pain.
Lynn could only barely calm her by pouring more Firstborn power into her body.
He had tried using Sinfire to help her hold back the encroaching chaos.
But it was useless.
Sinfire could indeed diminish the chaos and corruption inside her, but it also continuously absorbed her psionics. With the