He remembered that ancient dream once again.
In that dream, he had been a spectator, witnessing the figure walking toward Chaos amid that ancient Apocalypse.
It felt both familiar and strange, as though that dream had truly existed, and he had existed within it too, watching everything unfold as a spectator.
Dimly.
He saw the magic array spreading across the ground, little by little, covered in violets like a season of flowers in full bloom.
He raised his head.
He watched the magic array spread on and on, dazzlingly bright.
He remembered once again the white-haired figure who had appeared within that light curtain in Curse City, whose power had made all of Hell tremble.
He thought.
He kept thinking.
At last, he staggered to his feet with his head lowered, but beneath that pale hair, no one could see his expression.
Holding the Music Box in both hands, the Clown watched from within the Vision Realm. From that moment on, his gaze never left Lynn. His eyelids trembled, and deep within his eyes lay an urgency and excitement he could barely suppress.
At that moment.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Only those countless mechanical units and masses of flesh charged coldly toward him.
At last, he raised his head.
It was as though countless ashes had fallen across his face.
The Clown within the Vision Realm held back all the Origins of Flesh and Machinery. His fervent, trembling gaze witnessed everything, watching the changes reveal themselves little by little.
He had not spoken a single word since arriving here.
But now.
Even he seemed unable to restrain himself any longer.
Trembling, he took a step forward.
"Great Lord..."
But in that very instant.
Riiip-riiip-
At that moment, countless threads suddenly burst into a wild dance amid the surging mechanical