Gurgle, gurgle-
Within that viscous silence, the creeping lesions finally began attaching themselves to her once again.
They crawled up her arms and shoulders. There in Lynn's embrace, right before his eyes, they gradually covered her face and spread over her tightly closed eyes.
Deathly silence lingered.
The entire space returned to how it had been before.
It was as though all his efforts had become a pointless joke amid this upheaval.
Lynn finally staggered to his feet.
He said nothing.
In silence, he walked out of the Mother Tree's enormous body, step by step.
He raised his head.
Holding the torch beneath that enormous, twisted trunk, he gazed at the ash-filled sky. The surging black mist looked all too much like an immense, inescapable fate.
His hope crumbled a little more.
But he did not go mad.
His eyes fixed on the ruined Dark Night City. Torch in hand, he left the twisted Tree Realm one step at a time and trudged toward his home.
The entire city wall had collapsed, its surface densely covered in writhing black lesions. The bustle of the past had long since vanished. All that remained was the lingering stench of death.
[Ding! You have entered Dark Night City.]
With that notification sounding in his ears,
he arrived in this familiar city of his.
He raised his head.
Across the square before him, there were traces of collapsed buildings and pitch-black lesions everywhere. Not a single person remained-not even a corpse.
He crouched down.
His five fingers pressed against the ground beneath him.
At that moment,
the dazzling light of Remnants of the Past spread out from beneath his feet, casting its brilliance over the entire vast square.
Once again, he rewound time to the day the disaster erupted. As he raised