"Lord of Embers. You finally came."
All forty layers of Harmonic Leaping Note's harmonics cut out the instant she heard that voice. Not because she had been attacked, but because the voice contained so much information that her harmonic system overloaded.
A crack appeared in Myriad Faces and Forms' last mirror-not from a physical impact, but because the figure reflected in it made Myriad Faces and Forms "doubt" their own existence.
All three thousand six hundred weavers of the Prismglass Civilization covered their eyes at once. It was not pain, but a confusion of colors-that figure had no color, yet it was the source of all colors, while also being an existence that negated them all. That contradiction trapped the weavers' definition systems in an infinite loop.
Only Lin Ye stood there, his multicolored eyes calmly watching the figure.
"First Awakened," he said, his voice holding neither fear nor anger, only an utterly calm "confirmation."
Countless faces on the First Awakened's face of light smiled at once.
"Aren't you going to ask who I am?"
Lin Ye said, "There's no need. I know who you are."
He raised his hand, and one of the smallest stars on his cloak-the one belonging to the previous era's Tuner-lit up.
The star projected a memory: the previous era's Tuner stood at the center of the definition network, creating the Zeroers. But during their creation, a fissure suddenly opened in his body. A ray of "doubt" escaped through it and vanished into the depths of the Definition Sea.
In the memory's final frame, the previous era's Tuner said, "I shouldn't have doubted myself. But now it's too late."
The First Awakened's smile froze.
Lin Ye lowered his hand, his multicolored eyes looking straight at the First Awakened.
"You are the previous era's Tuner's personality