Back in the Matriarch's temple, he had lifted the suppression on the Weeping Clown, and almost instantly, he had been plunged into a frenzy of ravenous desire.
It was then that the Matriarch had personally suppressed the Clown's curse for him, curbing the rampant growth of desire within his heart.
And the restraint she had placed inside him...
Had also neutralized a large portion of Desire Strike's effect on his consciousness.
But under this prolonged assault...
Even that Root-Level restraint had grown increasingly thin.
Dimly, in the deepest recesses of his scarlet, savage eyes, a silhouette seemed to sense the assault from outside, twisting and writhing madly.
Yet even on the brink of collapse, he continued inching toward the very center of the calamity.
I can't hold on!
I can't bear it anymore!
At the very center of the Forest Ravine, the blood-red girl who resembled a weeping willow gritted her teeth, desperately sustaining her power. Even so, the oppressive darkness overhead drew ever closer, and the pressure bearing down on her grew ever greater.
She was indeed beginning to falter.
She had to keep interfering with that human's desires to stop his inscription.
At the same time, she had to resist the Desire Strike Lynn was inflicting on her, keeping her attention completely focused.
The pressure and drain from three directions...
It made her feel as though she had returned to three thousand years ago in an instant. Back then, too, she had fought desperately against the calamity of the Starry Sky while striving to save the lives of countless subjects, only for it all to end in desolate failure, every effort wasted, everything lost!
As though nothing she did could ever turn out right...
"Aah!!!"
A long howl rang out toward the heavens.
The girl threw back her