Ever since he had begun recalling fragments of his fall, he had also vaguely remembered the figure who had spoken to him then, though he did not know whether it had been in a dream.
But even now, when he could more or less confirm it,
Lynn still found everything utterly absurd.
Because if not for all those Jailers kneeling outside the door, who could have imagined that the chaotic colors that had shrouded the space beyond Hell for countless epochs, that had driven the entire age of the Old Gods to despair and destruction, would actually be such a...
A little girl...
Lynn's pupils trembled. He struggled to keep his composure, to hold his ground against her.
"You're the master of those Jailers? Then you're also the warden of this Hell? I never imagined that those colors would turn out to be such a young girl."
His tone was not polite.
Nor was it weak.
Perhaps, at the moment they guessed her identity, even an Origin standing in his place would have been unable to keep from being overwhelmed.
But Lynn was not.
Because he had already lost almost everything. What did someone with nothing left have to fear from those who still had something to lose?
The girl within the azure glow sat on the dust-covered chair. Looking at her, it was truly difficult to imagine that she was the Overlord of all Hell. Yet the terrifying impacts that kept resounding outside clearly reminded him that appearances could never be trusted.
"Young?"
She asked.
For a moment, Lynn did not know how to answer. His body remained tense as he stared at the azure figure.
"I think we should get straight to the point. I summoned that darkness outside, and I'm also responsible for killing your Jailers. So