Time flew by.
Lynn clung to the wall, crowded among the countless other eyeballs, looking perfectly at home at first glance.
Only a close inspection would reveal the tiny tentacles faintly visible behind that enormous eyeball, supporting him as he inched away from the center of the chaotic battlefield at an exceedingly slow pace.
Meanwhile, in the corridor.
Silver Fantasy fought her way in the opposite direction. Almost no one could get close to her as the Monomolecular Sword danced in her hand, making her look like a valkyrie on the battlefield.
"Have you still not found that disguised Night Doctor?!"
"No, we've been doing our best to find him! But we haven't found a good way to tell him apart, and we have strong reason to suspect that the Night Doctor might already be dead!"
"What do you mean?!"
"Because we've identified a total of sixty-one suspects during this time, but before we could examine any of them closely, that Mechanical Maiden charged over and chopped them up. So our progress is still zero!"
"Can't you identify him by his aura?!"
"We've already tried, but it didn't work. Every unit present shows signs of Flesh Modification. We simply can't determine which one is different!"
Inside Leviathan's chamber, the many Plague Doctors were still grimly searching for and trying to identify Lynn.
Their efforts had even expanded from a few Plague Doctors controlling hundreds of eyeballs to more than a dozen Plague Doctors working together, but progress remained slow.
Inside the enormous eyeball on the wall.
Lynn continued dutifully directing the eyeball to search everywhere. Glancing at Miao Miao, who was having the time of her life playing with the Cat Teaser, he said in his mind:
"There are more eyeballs looking for me now, but it seems they're still