Meanwhile, in Dark Night City.
In a large conference room, Sir Awen had intercepted the other Origins as soon as Lynn left and brought them here for their first secret meeting.
"So, do any of you have any good ideas?"
Sir Awen sat solemnly in his chair, pen in hand. He looked up at the Silver-Haired Girl sitting opposite him with her eyes closed, then glanced at the Titan family nearby.
He wrote a few things on the paper and said gravely:
"According to his theory, he can indeed disregard the possibility of Hell turning its gaze on him. But that doesn't mean we can ignore the effects Hell might have on him. He hasn't suffered at Hell's hands the way we have, so he doesn't really understand the torment and backlash he might face. This isn't something we should gamble on."
Just like his attempt to redeem the Feather Pen this time.
His intentions had been good.
But he was only a mortal, after all. A single careless mistake really might kill him, and that was absolutely not something any of them wanted to see.
That was why he had called this meeting.
The Colossus Brain slowly opened her silver eyes and folded her arms. "If what he said is true, and there really are only three days left, I suggest we tie him up when the time comes and throw him into my Consciousness Space. Then all of us can join forces to withstand Hell's gaze for him."
"If we include that Angel, we'll have five and a half Ancient Gods. That should give us a chance of getting him through the backlash."
Xiao Xiao stuck out her tongue and licked her teeth.
She indicated that she was the half.
The Titan Head spread his abyssal maw wide,