The Sin Lord arrived right behind him. Shocked by the sight, she almost immediately assumed a fighting stance and stayed close to Lynn.
Lynn stared fixedly at the three figures.
Feather Pen gazed at him, her lips parting as though she wanted to speak. In her eyes was the longing of a long separation, mixed with a stubborn wish not to meet him here. Still, her lips moved, bitterness written all over her face.
"Go..."
In the distance.
The Pighead Butcher turned, holding his enormous cleaver, and looked at him impassively.
Lynn finally understood what he had encountered.
"God King."
Lynn narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.
The Sin Lord shuddered.
Before the enormous temporal rift, the figure whose back looked exactly like his slowly turned around, revealing a face almost identical to Lynn's, along with utterly unruffled eyes. It was as though a single glance from him could plunge your heart into a boundless, icy pool.
The Sin Lord's face turned deathly pale. Bracing for battle, she said:
"Isn't that you?! Lynn!"
Even she sensed some inexplicable danger.
The feeling this "Lynn" gave her was deeply unsettling, as though what stood before her was not a person at all, but an ancient beast crammed into a human body that chilled her to the bone.
They looked exactly alike.
Yet the feelings they evoked could not have been more different!
"Long time no see."
The figure identical to Lynn spoke.
Lynn clenched his teeth and stood motionless, as though every cell in his body had been locked onto by some inexplicable presence. Even the slightest movement seemed to subject him to crushing pressure, and alarms were already sounding incessantly inside his Trinity Frame.
He had indeed seen him once before.
Back at the Black Fortress, he had glimpsed him