The angels were dazed and muddled, only regaining a brief moment of clarity after seeing them.
On the battlefield, the surviving demons of the Loyalist Faction stood like puppets and marionettes, their eyes vacant, showing no reaction whatsoever. It was as though the end of the war had left them without any pattern of behavior to follow. They stood there, no longer moving.
"You're seeing two entirely different versions of her."
Lynn explained to them, his gaze grave.
"We came from outside. The Matriarch you fought was an illusion created by those Polluters to deceive you. They aren't the same person. Don't confuse them."
Lynn offered no deeper explanation. Anything involving space-time was far too complicated for them.
The figure clad in knight's armor had been pinned to the ground and killed, yet she had not dissipated. Her gaze was lifeless, without the slightest flicker in her eyes.
Confusion filled the angels' eyes.
"How could this happen..."
Lynn gave them no further opportunity to ask questions. Compared to their confusion, he had a whole host of questions of his own that he wanted them to answer.
Lynn surveyed the battlefield and said:
"Tell me about the situation here first. What exactly is going on? Has time become disordered? Or is there some other reason? We clearly just experienced this war once, so why did everything seem to reset and happen a second time?"
This was what Lynn most wanted to know.
That included the figure identical to the Matriarch. Had she come here specifically to target him, or did she have some other purpose?
The angel leading them finally managed to recover from her confusion. She looked at the figure before her, sensing his aura, and said wearily:
"It isn't a disorder in time. This is... a defense mechanism we