"Matriarch, is that you?"
That hoarse voice came from Lynn's enormous head as it was dragged back and forth, slammed against the rift with repeated thuds. His enormous crimson eyes stared fixedly into the darkness inside.
He paid no attention whatsoever to Doctor 315 beside him, who was attacking him hysterically in impotent fury.
His gaze remained fixed on that darkness, as though he wanted to confirm the suspicion in his heart.
And when she heard Lynn's voice...
The pale hand visibly paused in its efforts to drag him against the spatial rift.
There was no response at all.
Boom-
Boom-
The relentless impacts resumed.
But Lynn remained utterly unmoved. More and more cracks spread across the Curse Eye. Releasing Root-Level curses so many times in succession had already pushed it into a state of severe overload.
But at least while the curse remained active, he could not die.
And he desperately wanted to confirm his suspicion.
With her arm still clenched between his teeth, Lynn said gravely, "You haven't killed me, but you seem to know me. That strike just now didn't land on me, but on the puppet I was controlling. You knew I needed that eye to keep the curse going, didn't you?"
"But if you really wanted to take this Plague Doctor away from me, wouldn't killing me once be the simplest, most effective method? What's wrong? Can't bear to do it? Do you dote on me so much that you can't bring yourself to hurt me?"
Lynn's words were laden with flirtation.
Yet his tone was exceptionally calm and serious, his eyes never leaving the darkness behind that arm.
But to Doctor 315, those words were the greatest possible blasphemy against the Mother Goddess he revered.
His eyes widened in fury, rage and humiliation blazing