Lynn opened his mouth.
Disbelief spread across the faces of both Clown and the Sin Lord.
He looked around at the countless stone coffins.
"It looks like we were right."
"This is a burial ground for the knights of the Sea King Palace, a final resting place for the souls of those ancient survivors."
The light of the ever-burning lamps illuminated the ancient sanctuary.
From far to near.
Every stone coffin standing here seemed to tell them a piece of ancient history.
Lynn led Clown and the Sin Lord step by step between the stone coffins, his gaze passing over them one after another. The ancient, solemn atmosphere left all three of them silent.
Clown lowered his voice as well and said:
"They... probably weren't jailers. If a jailer dies, no one remembers them."
Many of them had probably reached the end of their natural lives here.
Even with the most advanced means available in the Material Universe, even with the blessing of laws, true eternity was difficult to attain.
Unless you became a god, possessed a divine spark, and became part of the rules themselves.
And they.
Had probably already reached the limits of mortals.
Lynn stopped looking and withdrew his gaze, feeling that ancient desolation. Without a doubt, everyone buried here had lived up to their loyalty to that Great Lord.
But why had Azephala led him here?
He turned his head.
He looked toward the far end of the divine temple.
Beneath the light of the ever-burning lamps, they saw a towering throne standing at the end of the temple. The shifting light and shadow made it look like a high-piled grave.
And the moment his gaze touched that throne.
A familiar but intermittent voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Lynn? Is that you?"
The voice