Until the light of Remnants of the Past gradually receded, finally resolving into the scene before his eyes.
Like accumulated ash encased in solidified volcanic rock, it preserved that twisted shape, freezing her final appearance in time.
She showed no signs of having stirred.
Judging by the vast Tree Realm frozen outside the city, the Mother Tree's body had not moved at all in the days since the upheaval in Dark Night City. This was no good sign. Even the greatest turmoil would at least mean she was still alive. What he feared most was this complete absence of life.
Why were those Origins all so wary of curses?
Because they did more than cause pain, turmoil, and madness.
Once you could no longer hold on, you would become part of this Hell forever, a star within the black mist.
The Old Gods of an entire era had all died.
There had never been any unkillable creatures in this world. Dying was easy. It was just that so many people were unwilling to die.
The psionics tide struck again.
Lynn had no choice but to retreat into System Space once more and wait for this wave of turmoil to pass.
Amid the yellow sands outside the deserted ruins, Lynn's solitary figure reappeared as the psionics surge ended, trudging onward one step at a time.
The ashes could not hurt him.
Just as the Flesh Dominator had said, these things had never been meant for him. What he wanted was to make Lynn experience the agony of losing everything, right before his own eyes.
Lynn stared fixedly at the enormous tree outside the city.
He would save whoever he could.
Because as long as someone could still be saved, there was still hope.
At that moment.
He finally reached the