"Urgh..."
As Amon made another grabbing motion at Lorne, Lorne's expression tightened abruptly. His legs buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground.
Something in his head seemed to have been forcibly stirred.
"Amon... Amon's honorific name..."
"The Priest..."
"Leo..."
Disjointed, fragmented memories flooded Lorne's mind like a tide. They seemed to be experiences he had subconsciously forgotten for unknown reasons since coming to this world.
Beyond that, something deeper seemed to emerge from his mental body-or rather, seep out of it.
At that instant, the history Amon had casually recounted earlier inexplicably struck an eerie chord deep within Lorne.
He felt as though his divinity was about to overwhelm his humanity.
"You... what exactly did you do?!"
Lorne gritted his teeth and struggled to ask.
At the same time, silvery mercury patterns covered his entire body again. With the situation critical, he had no choice but to urgently draw on the "good fortune" he had painstakingly accumulated recently, forcibly maintaining his incomplete mythical creature form.
There was no other choice. Only by remaining in that state could he withstand, to some extent, the terrifying pressure brought on by the other man's soaring Sequence.
"I'm helping you~"
Amon adjusted his Monocle and studied Lorne's mercurial appearance, answering with feigned nonchalance, "Haven't you always wanted to know what Lord Antigonus wants from you?"
"Don't rush. In a little while, you'll know everything."
Lorne cursed inwardly.
Bullshit! You're just satisfying your own twisted curiosity!
And in a little while... Lorne gritted his teeth, feeling the increasingly intense tearing sensation in his mind. He did not know what Amon intended to do, but in a little while, his head would definitely split apart.
Besides, he could tell that Amon was not as relaxed as he appeared.
Whatever bizarre method he had used to