The sight shook Lynn to his core. His brows knitted tightly, and he was utterly speechless.
Because those images were far too real.
They seemed like reflections of actual history, events that had truly happened on the land beneath his feet.
But that was utterly absurd!
Because if this really was an illusion, how could it have a history? How could his Remnants of the Past unearth those events from time itself?!
But if it wasn't an illusion...
Then where was this place?!
Everything was too strange and inconceivable. None of it made any sense.
Lynn's gaze fell on the yellow sand beneath his feet. The final image in Remnants of the Past had frozen here. In it, after erecting countless gravestones, the boy who looked exactly like him had met his end here. And if the images reflected in Remnants of the Past were real...
He kept digging.
At last...
He stopped.
In the deep pit underground, he saw a skeleton.
The skeleton's clothes had not decayed. Faint light flowed over his bones, and a Monocle rested over his eye socket. After Lynn lifted him out, he sat there with his head bowed, his empty sockets seemingly meeting Lynn's gaze. The sight felt profoundly absurd and surreal.
Lynn said, "Please don't tell me you're me?"
The skeleton did not respond.
He could be certain that the skeleton he had dug up belonged to the one-armed boy he had seen in Remnants of the Past-to himself.
After erecting countless gravestones, he had buried himself here.
Lynn frowned.
His first instinct was that the skeleton before him was not him, because he knew what would happen after his death. He would turn into a raven, not leave behind a mortal corpse.
But there was another possibility.
Before dying, he had erased