The diseased flesh expanded again, swelling to more than twice its previous size.
Even this vast underground chamber seemed unable to contain the crowded masses of flesh and the diseased body.
It was as though every nerve brought immense pain and torment.
And her wavering consciousness never even noticed.
Right above her.
Amid the dark, densely packed strata, a ball of fire kept Warp-jumping toward her.
Perhaps there was not much urgency.
But there were always people in this world who, driven by impulses rational or emotional, tried again and again to fight those chaotic curses.
"Feather Pen!!"
It seemed to happen in that very instant.
A roar through gritted teeth.
It suddenly rang out in this dark space once more, just as it had every time before, like that Cat-Eared Girl she had driven away each time, who perhaps did not care all that much.
Yet he seemed possessed of unshakable resolve.
Trying again and again to reach her side!
It seemed to be in that very instant.
As she lifted her bloody flesh amid the agony of its tearing, she saw a figure emerge from the bloodred mist, Giant Scythe in hand.
He seemed to appear out of thin air, and in the radiance of his Warp, she could even clearly see the gritted-teeth determination flashing in those pitch-black eyes.
Once again.
Once again!
"Go away!!"
Once more, she let out a piercing scream at that figure.
But his repeated attempts had also taught Lynn what to expect. In that instant, he abruptly accelerated, gritting his teeth as he reached fiercely toward her from above, amid the immense storm.
Every previous attempt had ended in defeat at this very step, when he was expelled.
But this time.
He refused to be driven away again at this moment!
And