The instant Lynn finished reading the blood-red writing on that sheet of paper, his entire body shuddered.
And almost immediately, he understood what had caused this entire series of events.
In other words.
Was the fundamental reason her backlash had become so violent and severe this time that she had used his blood to write?
Lynn's gaze grew extremely grave.
Once again, he recalled the violet light that had previously appeared inside his body, that strange form of power he still knew absolutely nothing about.
Even Sir Awen had been completely unable to make sense of it.
All he knew was this.
It seemed to be a power whose standing far surpassed that of an Origin, but why it had appeared inside his body remained an unsolved mystery.
All he knew was this.
It was like a violet in full bloom.
And after Feather Pen had performed a deduction on him before, she had offered him only a single warning before immediately making herself forget all the information she had glimpsed.
But he still remembered what Feather Pen had told him.
[Something is protecting you. Something is looking for you.]
[You are fortunate beyond measure to be in Hell.]
And now, merely trying to borrow that mysterious power inside him to share some of her backlash had caused the backlash she suffered to spiral completely out of control? Was that what had happened?
No wonder he had only received a notification saying "Hell's gaze" on his system panel, without feeling any discomfort or anything unusual.
There was no other reason.
It was because the backlash had never affected him at all!
Lynn abruptly raised his head.
At that moment, he barely hesitated. Clutching the sheet of paper, he charged recklessly toward the very center of the dark space as fast