Feather Pen said nothing.
But her silence had already given him his answer.
She would.
No matter what, she would.
Because she was the only creature who had truly experienced Hell's gaze. She understood better than anyone what kind of punishment it was. It made living worse than death, made you bitterly hate yourself for existing, made even death seem like a release.
"Two hours left."
She stopped writing through the Feather Pen and finally spoke in a low voice.
"I've already pushed my monitoring of Blue Star to the limit. I'll examine everything carefully. The moment there's any fluctuation attempting to locate you, I'll let you know."
Lynn stared at the second hand ticking away, his fists clenched tight, and said:
"Have a lot of summoning frequencies targeting Hell already appeared in that direction? Have they?"
Yes.
Many.
More than ever before.
And it was probably precisely that sheer number of summoning frequencies that had increased the load on the connection between Blue Star and this place, making targeted summoning even harder.
But how was she supposed to tell him that?
Feather Pen remained silent.
This was indeed a full-scale invasion of the surface world, a massive offensive and descent launched by the Flesh God Cult.
And just as he had said, even if they immediately mobilized their forces for an all-out attack on the Flesh God Cult, it was already too late.
"But don't worry," Feather Pen said.
"I've already begun intercepting those summons, especially the high-intensity ones. I'll reduce their chances of successfully descending as soon as they appear. That should substantially slow the Flesh God Cult's assault on your homeland."
"After you go, I'll tell those Origins about the situation too. It'll take quite a bit of effort, but it should also ease the pressure on