In an instant, the surging black mist receded.
High in the sky, the silver-haired girl wielding the chains abruptly raised her head, her gaze sharp as lightning. Holding Lynn's hand, she hovered in midair, her eyes sweeping over the God of Ten Thousand Machines and the distant Flesh Dominator.
An overwhelming, terrifying aura spread outward amid turbulent fluctuations.
At the sight, Sir Awen and the others abruptly stopped in their tracks, their pupils contracting. They, too, sensed the terrifyingly familiar aura emanating from the girl.
"Colossus!"
In that instant, they understood who that figure was.
The Colossus Brain!
Had she already been cursed by Hell and now fully become an Origin?!
As for the young man hovering in midair with his hand held by the girl, apart from his right eye still bleeding, there wasn't a single wound anywhere else on his body. They could see him clearly, alive and full of vigor.
Lynn was still alive!
Far away in the sky, the God of Ten Thousand Machines narrowed his enormous eyes, staring fixedly at the silver-haired girl standing in the void with unruffled composure.
His heart finally sank.
Though her form was different, the aura she exuded left no doubt that she was the Colossus Brain.
"Colossus!"
The God of Ten Thousand Machines forced the name hoarsely from his throat.
The silver-haired girl watched him without a ripple of emotion and said calmly:
"It's me. Long time no see, old friend."
Though Lynn had made her body so petite, every word she spoke still seemed to carry the dominance and majesty of the Colossus that had once towered proudly beneath the heavens.
That overwhelming divine might seemed to freeze even the air across the entire battlefield.
Far away, her image was reflected in the Flesh Dominator's enormous eye as