He said nothing more, but that revelation alone was enough to overturn everything Lynn had believed until then.
He was merely a fragment of that ancient being's soul.
Nothing more.
All he remembered was the old man's final warning before he left.
"From now on, stop trying to draw in that calamity from the Main Universe. You are free now. At least, from the moment the Great Lord's will chose not to awaken within you again, there was no longer any need to carry out this vast revival plan built around you."
"But you must understand one thing."
"Your enemy was never this Hell. After you drew that calamity in twice, it has fixed its attention firmly on this place. It will seize every opportunity to find you. And if it truly descends again..."
"Then no one will be able to stand against it."
That day.
The old man escorted him out of that pitch-black sea. But when Lynn looked back, all he could see upon that endless expanse of black water was a stooped figure gazing after him for a long, long time.
Yet the old man still had not told him what that calamity outside truly was.
Or why it insisted on killing him.
And what connection did that calamity have to the Violet Great Lord of old? All of it remained a mystery.
From then on.
Lynn had also become certain of one thing. At least in this era, this Hell that imprisoned all the fallen deities was clearly no longer just a prison...
It also served as the last refuge for the deities of the Main Universe.
When that calamity descended, it had preserved their last sparks.
And all of this left Lynn even more uncertain about the road ahead.
Because.
If everything they had pursued