She desperately tried to activate the Warp Engine, only to discover that she was still inside the spatial interference zone she herself had established.
She tried to swing the Monomolecular Sword, but the chains seemed to have no physical substance. She could not cut through them at all.
"Database analysis-target curse-Root-Level-sole bearer-Night Doctor faction-Twelve Wings... The Hanged..."
"Angel..."
Clack-
At that very moment, the chains spreading out of the darkness locked her body in place. Like eternal shackles snapping shut around her, they slammed her to the ground.
"Aaaah!!!"
She threw her head back with a shrill cry of agony. The curse bound her consciousness within this dark domain as well, its sharp barbs seeming to pierce directly into her will and crush her in an instant.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
He hadn't died? How could he possibly not have died?!
A nuclear fission strike was enough to vaporize any flesh. The extreme heat here was hell for every Flesh Creature, not to mention the new round of Annihilation Strikes she had launched at the area immediately afterward, just to be safe!
How could he still be alive?!
And why did he possess a Root-Level curse?! Could he actually be an incarnation of that Angel from the Night Doctor faction?!
No!
That wasn't right!
He... what exactly was he...
The rumbling darkness parted little by little. She gritted her teeth, trembling in her restraints as she stared into it.
Slowly, she heard the sound of something enormous squirming.
She saw countless enormous tentacles laden with death curses spreading toward her.
Then her pupils abruptly dilated.
The darkness slowly dispersed. Reflected in her eyes was an enormous, hideous head, countless tentacles writhing beneath it, and a gigantic face identical to Lynn's.
Bzz-
Her gaze went vacant.
The immense aura of curses felt