In the chaotic ocean of consciousness, Lynn kept diving like a fish, pressing toward the deepest reaches of the Matriarch's divine soul.
In a sense, Lynn knew very well that the Fallen Angel's personality embodied the ideals the Matriarch had upheld in the first half of her life. It was only the endless commandments and ascetic discipline that had gradually made her yearn for the outside world, for a chance to break the shackles imposed upon her.
Because no matter who someone was,
it was hard to endure the loneliness of being able to see their entire life laid out at a glance.
And the Matriarch of the present was the founder of a whole new life, one in which she had truly liberated herself and escaped that oppressive abyss completely. That so-called Fallen Angel should have faded into her past with the passage of time long ago, never to appear again!
"Matriarch! I'm here!"
At last.
As Lynn continued his descent, he saw that familiar figure in the deepest reaches of the ocean of consciousness.
At that moment.
As he plunged into the phantom image, the insubstantial scene before him seemed to become solid in an instant. It was as though he was no longer in Hell. Looking up, he could see the burning sky and the blood-red moon, and feel the void energy suffusing his surroundings. Though this chaotic world resembled Hell, it felt completely different.
With the Blood Moon hanging overhead, he saw that enormous castle and the immense Demon Gate before it.
Lynn realized almost instantly.
This wasn't reality.
It was the history of her time in the Abyss that the Matriarch had once told him about!
She had once told him gently that a castle stood in the deepest reaches of the Abyss. It was