It was on the third day after that.
Lynn's eyes snapped open in the hall in Dark Night City.
He sensed a surge of psionics from the Strange Otherworld. Almost instantly, he tore through space and appeared there.
The barrier inside that room had dissipated.
"Dreamweaver!!"
Lynn rushed over as fast as he could and slammed the door open.
When he burst inside, the sight made him feel as though he had plunged into the Abyss. Blood was everywhere. She leaned against the wall, the dagger formed from psionics plunged into her own throat. Surging psionic energy spilled out of her, draining her life force at a frenzied pace.
Lynn's eyes nearly split with anguish.
He had no idea what had happened.
Everything had been fine before. Even if she had prepared herself to surrender her primordial source, with her personality, she should never have done anything like this.
Lynn rushed to her at once, stemming the dissipation of her psionics and closing her ruptured wound as quickly as possible.
"What the hell happened?!"
"Dreamweaver!"
"What happened?!"
But he received no answer.
He had stopped the bleeding and replenished the psionics she had lost. The erosion of chaos had worsened because of this incident, but he used more firstborn power to halt any further damage.
She lay on her side on the bed, her lips moving ceaselessly as though murmuring in a dream. All color had long since drained from her face.
She had fallen into confusion once again.
But this time, Lynn could clearly sense that she seemed to be embracing those chaotic thoughts of her own accord, as though fleeing something that made her unwilling to wake.
With tangled emotions, Lynn sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand tightly.
His family members who were still