The ancient horn echoed across almost the entire sky, piercing the black mist high above. The moment it sounded, the whole Dark World seemed to fall beneath its call, as though it had last been blown in that ancient age of war when countless Old Gods rose together.
The enormous Vertical Pupil listened to the horn in a daze.
And only he knew.
That meant war!
That horn would only sound when Hell faced a crisis that a single Jailer could no longer resolve alone-one that might threaten the entire Dark World.
"H-how could..."
His gaze snapped toward Lynn as fast as it could, terror shaking him to his core.
Could it be...
The enormous horn resounded through the sky.
Yet Lynn seemed not to hear it at all. His gaze kept shifting between resentment and numbness. The Ouroboros in his eyes was like a maggot steadily eating away at his sanity. He heard the furious roar of surging waves, and the ancient figure standing with his back to him by the sea grew closer and clearer.
As though he, too, had sensed it.
When that will swept over him, all the emotions in his heart seemed to become meaningless. There was no love, nor any hatred, as though those things had long since been worn away by endless time.
He remembered everything, yet cared about nothing.
At last, he began to move, one small step at a time.
The Ouroboros in his eyes moved faster and faster, and the changes in his gaze grew ever more violent.
He looked at Black String Moon among the crowd.
Sorrow kept surfacing in his numb eyes.
He paid no further attention to that Clown or those Origins. He merely trudged toward her, step by agonizing step. Each footfall seemed to span the