Lynn's pupils contracted.
For the first time.
He felt fear.
It was the loneliness and terror of being rejected by everything in existence, plunging him into an icy pool and leaving his whole body trembling.
In the darkness.
That figure still stood in the distance, unmoving.
He was like the god of all creation, looking down upon his subjects.
"What is a Firstborn?"
He asked quietly.
Lynn abruptly raised his head, his gaze flickering, and said:
"The first existence to be born, the first strand of orderliness within chaos, the ancestor of all things, the starting point of all laws. Isn't that right?"
The figure said calmly:
"Are you one?"
Lynn stared fixedly at him.
"The Great Lord merged with the entire orderly world, and the power he left behind gave rise to this world. My power comes from him, so what I wield is the complete Firstborn Power!"
The figure's expression remained unchanged as he repeated:
"Are you one?"
Lynn frowned, watching the figure, unsure why he kept asking.
"I am."
He narrowed his eyes and stood up.
"You, me, him-we all are!"
"Even if our experiences and personalities differ, our essence won't change. We're merely three different wills split off from the same soul. Denying it won't change anything!"
Everything around them fell deathly silent.
Finally.
After a long while.
The figure slowly turned his head and took a deep breath.
The vast loneliness weighing down on Lynn vanished. He regained control over the Firstborn Power and the laws, as though everything that had just happened had been nothing but an illusion.
Lynn frowned and said:
"What's wrong with you?"
He could see the change in this God King. Ever since he had learned something from his future self that time, he had grown increasingly unlike the lifeless,