"Is this the truth you wanted to tell me? Something went wrong with your Great Lord, and that's what caused this calamity outside that no one can resolve!"
Lynn stared him down.
That aged, hoarse voice rang out once more.
"I cannot give you an answer, but I would rather believe this is unrest within the Sleeper himself, unrelated to the Great Lord. He would never harm his own subjects, nor would he deny and erase everything that exists now."
Lynn stared him down. "And what if he's gone mad?"
A vast silence spread.
The Sin Lord hardly dared to breathe. She had not understood a word of what they were saying, and this was clearly not a discussion someone of her level could take part in.
He felt the gaze of that aged will upon him. Time had left far too many marks on the speaker, and his voice seemed to have grown older still.
"There is no what if."
"If there truly is..."
"Then we can only meet again in the next cycle of reincarnation."
Lynn froze.
It was as though a wind swept through the entire hall, sending waves of cold through him.
In an instant, the Ancient Being who had walked out of his body surfaced in his mind, along with the Clown's relentless pressure during the Dark Night City Calamity.
He did not know.
But at that moment...
He had an intense feeling: if everything had been arranged, then had the release of that Reincarnation God-King's will itself been a coincidence, or had they done it deliberately?
Yes.
This world had no end. Its destruction was merely the beginning of a new cycle of reincarnation, a fated turning of the wheel.
But if that were so...
Perhaps next time, there would be no Violet, nor