Silence fell over the surroundings.
The expression on Lynn's face slowly faded. Beneath the looming projections of two immense Origins, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes at the distant figure.
A long while passed.
Lynn stared at him and said:
"Oh? Why?"
The eyeball that filled the entire sky watched him. The voice rising from the depths of his soul betrayed no emotion.
"Sometimes-the older one gets, the more one cherishes the past-and when you cannot see a future ahead-certain things from the past-become all the more precious-"
His words were ambiguous.
But Lynn still caught the implication behind them.
"Did you and he once know each other?"
Lynn asked uncertainly.
The description on the Flesh Dominator's status panel had recorded that he had once tried to challenge the Vision Realm, only to be defeated.
But now it seemed there was more to that story than anyone knew.
The eyeball looked down at him.
"He and I have no connection-but I must do right by my comrades-in-arms-consider this my tribute to the departed-"
Those words sent a jolt through Lynn.
He understood their unmistakable meaning.
At that moment.
He swiftly recalled the scene he had witnessed within Cthulhu's consciousness, where countless beings of the Old Days had gathered: that ancient era, those Seven Powerful Old Gods Comparable to Ancient Gods, and the Raven who had spanned Space-Time.
"Could it be that you're also..."
Shock spread across his face.
The eyeball did not answer, but that distant gaze seemed to have already given him his answer.
No one knew of his existence, and no one knew where he had come from. He stood within this Vision Realm, ancient beyond measure, as though he had existed since Hell's creation.
But who could know the true history?
Lynn slowly regained his