At that moment.
Lynn's face was pale.
Yes.
He understood!
He finally understood!
What protected him was the Colors of Chaos, and what was searching for him was the Calamity that had brought about the apocalypse three thousand years ago, sweeping across the entire Vast Cosmos!
But why?
Why was this happening?!
Why had his Pupil-less Magic Array pointed toward it in the Main Universe? Why had Hell's Border spread for him? Why was it searching for him?! He was only a mortal named Lynn. Why had he been dragged into something that had brought about the fall of countless deities?!
But he could no longer think.
In that instant.
An intense sensation of being watched struck him.
He saw the sky-spanning Pupil-less Eye turn toward him. That single glance seemed to suck his soul dry, seeking to summon him back from this vast world.
He could not withstand it!
He could not fight it!
Even through the Colors of Chaos, he felt a tremendous wrenching force, as though his soul were about to be torn from his body.
"Aaargh!!"
At last, he was forced to let out a long, piercing scream.
The Old Days flesh covering him crumbled inch by inch under that gaze, peeling away piece by piece and letting out chaotic cries of anguish.
His body began to disintegrate. The Undying Curse was falling apart, as though all existence were about to turn to ashes.
Despair!
Bone-chilling despair!
But just then.
The Colors of Chaos around him began to seethe.
In an instant.
Clatter, clatter-
He felt an enormous tug. He saw countless chains emerge from the deepest reaches of those colors, binding him tightly and violently dragging him into the deepest depths of the Abyss.
Hell's most ancient mechanism seemed to have been triggered at that