In his mind...
There surfaced the history of the Old Days he had seen in Cthulhu's domain, and among those countless Old Gods, the ancient Raven who seemed to have arrived across time.
He saw him, White Hair standing among the gods.
He did not know who that was.
Perhaps, just as that mysterious old man had said, he was simply a Raven who had appeared at some point in history.
Then can you feel...
At that moment.
The enormous Pupil-less Magic Array took shape bit by bit in his hands. That wisp of firstborn power lingered within the vast magic array, and the instant he opened his eyes, it erupted like a surging spring, unleashing the aura from the depths of his soul. His hair turned entirely white in an instant.
"The aura of the one who led you all back then?"
The Great Lord's mark was gone.
It could no longer be revived.
He could no longer draw out all the power within his soul through that Great Lord's will as he had before, but the aura he had inherited from the Violet Great Lord would never change.
Because he was already the last Raven of this era.
At that moment.
It was as though a cry from Crow rang across the sky.
Lynn slipped into the role of the figure in his memories who had once appeared in that ancient age of the Old Gods. His eyes, too, seemed to take on a trace of the world-weariness in that ancient Great Lord's gaze.
"I'm back."
In that instant.
The enormous embryo stopped expanding and contracting. The moment that aura appeared, the countless lingering thoughts within the embryo linked to his consciousness all stopped wandering. It was as though the ancient figure remembered in their broken fragments was,