The images of Remnants of the Past gradually faded before everyone's eyes.
All the Night Doctors around them were stunned by the truth and information revealed in that scene. As the last wisp of white light vanished, they stared stiffly at the half-dead old man in the wheelchair, overwhelmed by wave after wave of absurdity and farce.
"This... what on earth..."
A Night Doctor murmured, his mind going completely blank.
If those images were real, if that conversation really had taken place here decades ago, then the old man before them was not the bastard Lady Blood Cloak was looking for at all.
They had pulled a switch...
They had planned everything that happened today decades ago. With this absurd piece of theater, they would deliver one final mockery to the avenger-and bring her to her end.
Everyone felt short of breath.
That enormous shadow bore down on them, so heavy that every heart felt as though it were plunging into an abyss.
Because it was all so farcical!
If Mr. Lynn had not possessed an ability that could look into the past, this truth might never have surfaced. Even Night Doctors like them, who had come from Hell, could not have seen through the surface of this trap laid decades ago.
Everyone trembled in a daze.
"Looks like I guessed right."
Lynn withdrew Remnants of the Past and slowly opened his eyes, but there was no joy in them.
"But it was nothing more than a lucky shot. Not everyone has this ability of mine. Those other Evil Spirits they created probably remained in the dark until the day they died. They really have taken manipulating people's hearts to the limit..."
And these were only the ones they had discovered... Only Lady Blood Cloak and Uncle White Night had