A few minutes later.
On the streets of Wandering Soul Alley, where black mist roiled, Lynn raced forward like a bolt of black lightning, his expression grave beneath his Top Hat.
The massive anti-flesh Night Doctor followed beside him, the two of them weaving swiftly through the black mist.
"Mr. Lynn, I didn't expect you to have already infiltrated this stronghold. With that, we've now eliminated practically every Flesh God Cult stronghold around Wandering Soul Alley and Soul-Lost Street. Rest assured, we've completely encircled both areas. Not a single enemy will escape."
The anti-flesh Night Doctor's lenses flickered with green light as he briefed Lynn on the current situation.
Just moments earlier.
As he was preparing to break into the Bloodsaw Apothecary, he had happened to see Lynn walk out.
He had already understood.
Mr. Lynn had beaten them to it and cleared out this stronghold.
That meant the only place left in all of Wandering Soul Alley was the main base housing the Blood Thrall sent by the Flesh God Cult. Once they took it down, the network the Flesh God Cult had just established here would be utterly destroyed.
Holding down his Top Hat, Lynn said gravely:
"Good. Let's rendezvous with Uncle White Night and the others right away. Did you pass along what I said? Are they sure they haven't seen a little Flesh Wraith girl while clearing out the Flesh God Cult's strongholds?"
The anti-flesh Night Doctor quickly turned the gears beside his ears, establishing contact with the Night Doctors throughout Wandering Soul Alley.
After a few brief seconds.
He shook his head at Lynn and reported, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynn. According to the reports from our combat personnel, they haven't found anything matching your description during the operation. But I've passed your message along, and