Sometimes, Lynch would look up from his books and gaze at the Demigod Lich not far away. From those gemstone-like yellow eyes, he seemed to increasingly understand the thoughts in the decryptor's mind. He had once listened with admiration to everything it said, those things he did not know. Just as the sun by day and the stars at night can guide the lost, those words opened new horizons for him, the eager seeker, illuminating a new world like a meteor. But similarly, the more he knew, the more desolate he felt. In this cursed world, the so-called new world was but an illusion, an unrealistic mirage.
This was exactly how the Devil Lord tormented the decryptor.
One day, the skeleton head floated in front of Lynch, actively interrupting the mage's contemplation for the first time since the two had distanced themselves. Initially, it said nothing, only under Lynch's probing gaze did the decryptor speak.
