At that moment.
The silver figure was the first to rush out from Dark Night City.
She gritted her teeth, tears seeming to shimmer in her eyes.
She summoned countless units of Atomic Machinery and charged toward the blood-soaked figure at the center of the battlefield, whose body was nearly torn apart.
The Self-Binding Angel's mind went utterly blank.
Sir Awen trembled, staggering backward, his lips quivering.
Star Track and the others, who had been attacking relentlessly, turned deathly pale as they stared in disbelief at the man's face beneath the black robe.
The boy who had once stood fearlessly on the battlefield was pale as well. He stared at that face, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground.
Everyone recognized him.
Lynn!
The man who had single-handedly formed Dark Night City's Alliance, the figure they had heard of only in rumors, whom they had once scorned and despised.
It was him?!
How could it be!
How could it be!
Many had already felt the laws resonating within them, a selfless gift from that black-robed man.
Amid the war, he had shown them!
Shown them the glorious road that led to godhood!
He had used his own blood.
To push open the gate barring the way for everyone who dared to wield a blade.
Many finally understood, and their trembling hands ceased their attacks.
But they could already sense that the figure was at the end of his strength. Some Origins who had descended into madness had long since lost all reason, and they continued attacking, attacking.
He finally exhausted the last trace of his strength.
The laws upon his body dimmed.
Yet the patterns and vistas of the laws he had revealed before each of them shone brilliantly. They were the gateway to the path of