The moment she understood-
Miss Dollhouse had already gone deathly pale. Disbelief and terror filled her eyes, and she seemed like duckweed tossed in the wind.
"How..."
"How could..."
On the battlefield in the Wasteland-
Smoke filled the air.
Lynn slowly clambered to his feet, staggering as he gazed toward distant Dark Night City.
He panted, clutching his chest.
"This is what I wanted to tell you. There are things mortals can fight against their entire lives!"
"In a sense, an age when Gods were everywhere truly was an age that should never have existed. Once someone occupies those few highest positions, no matter how many living beings rise up, they can never hope to drag them off their divine thrones. And that is the power I now command."
Perhaps you had spent countless years preparing for one desperate struggle.
But to those who truly controlled the rules, a mere twitch of a finger could shatter your dream in an instant!
These were the rules!
This was the most fundamental way laws crushed and stood above everything in the mortal world!
Miss Dollhouse watched it all, her face pale.
The miracle that Black-Robed Figure had displayed had shaken her almost as much as everything she had experienced over countless years combined.
Lynn panted, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and said:
"What? Feeling hopeless? You can catch me off guard with whatever tactics you like, but as long as I can still wield this law, you will never win."
Miss Dollhouse trembled. She refused to concede.
"So what?! Didn't it take an enormous toll on you too?! If you could truly control time however you pleased, why would I still remember you now?!"
She gritted her teeth, trembling all over.
Lynn panted.
"That's because I wanted you all to