Lynn stood there in a daze and read the words aloud.
The handwriting was exactly the same as that on the gravestones on Blue Star. It was his handwriting.
At that moment.
He seemed to see a figure who had once leaned here, drowning himself in drink and carving these words with his nails.
Lynn walked over.
He examined the fragments beneath his feet once more, and finally confirmed it beyond doubt.
They were Divine Sparks...
Some of the fragments still bore traces of blood, as though they had been forcibly gouged out of someone's body before being shattered.
An inexplicable shudder ran through Lynn.
His gaze fell on the boulder before him again. Dimly, he sensed a faint glimmer of consciousness within it. It seemed that, besides that line of words, the young man had left something else here before departing.
He reached out and slowly touched it.
In an instant.
Light burst from the point where his hand met the boulder, filling his vision.
"My name is Lynn, the second person to walk the path of the Firstborn."
"The apocalypse is coming. I failed, after giving everything I had. I do not hope that anyone will see this history, nor can I be certain whether this place will survive the apocalypse."
"This is the epitaph I leave behind."
That voice rang in his ears, numb and withered.
He began to tell his story.
As though from a bystander's perspective, he recounted his experiences, his entire life.
His name was Lynn. He had once fallen into Hell, and he had a teacher named Blood Saw. He had explored Hell and met many dear friends and family members. He had once been utterly lawless, weathering the tumult of the Dark World.
He seemed to see a young man drinking as