Ten Years of Enlightenment, Mindworld Anchor

Upon Godslayer Island's training grounds.

The entire training ground was incomparably vast, covering an immense area. Its floor was smooth and level, while the air brimmed with a grim, killing intent—as though it had witnessed countless battles, yet bore not the slightest trace of damage.

After arriving, Lynn's five emerald-green rule crystals quietly floated around him, radiating exceptionally dense Battle Rule fluctuations.

Yet he was in no hurry to comprehend those rule crystals. Instead, he first lowered his head and looked at the back of his left hand.

"Why is the back of my hand... getting more and more crowded?"

Lynn could not help complaining inwardly.

"One mark piled atop another, nesting dolls without end. Can't they leave a mark somewhere else next time...?"

As his mental power descended, the three marks on the back of his hand slowly emerged as well.

The most conspicuous, naturally, was the divine pattern that interwove and spread like a magic weave.

This was the mark left behind by Mystra, the Goddess of the Weave.

Thinking of it, Lynn could not help but laugh bitterly.

The one who had given him this mark back then had not even been the Goddess of the Weave's true body. It did not even count as an avatar—merely one of her mortal vessels.

And yet, this mark had followed him all the way to this day.

His gaze shifted slightly. The second mark was a mass of pitch-black liquid that flowed endlessly, as though it possessed life.

That was... Shar, the Dark Goddess.

Whenever he saw this mark, Lynn would recall what had happened in the depths of the Nightmare Rift.

Before that incomparably beautiful Dark Goddess, he had not even possessed the right to resist.

At that moment, he had truly believed he would perish there.

Had