"Is that Lynn?!"
The Self-Binding Angel raised her head, her gaze darting urgently.
But she soon dismissed that possibility. Although the feeling was similar, the ethereal power flowing through him was utterly different from Lynn's.
Could it be like last time?
She remembered what had happened in the City of Sin.
He was...
Aivier's expression grew grave. Watching the figure ahead, she said quietly:
"Fall back. Don't get close."
Fine streams of light flowed between them and that being, like the dust of time passing through an hourglass.
It was as though, despite being able to see their figures, they were separated by boundless obstructions and chasms.
The standoff continued.
They saw the three enormous, twisted beings move. Hoarse, incomprehensible tones came from within their bodies, and every one of their eyes remained fixed on the figure before them. They seemed intensely wary.
They could tell that the beings were communicating with the silver-haired figure, their tones utterly cold, but Aivier could not identify the language those monsters were using.
"Causality runs alongside time."
The silver-haired figure spoke quietly.
"You should all understand that until the laws of causality collapse, nothing you do can change the fact of my existence, because I am the outcome that has already been determined."
"Your attempts will merely add an insignificant ripple to my memories."
"Nothing more."
He had spoken, but his words made even Aivier's pupils contract.
And those ripples of time had already told her clearly.
The figure before them did not belong to this space-time.
Just like in Lynn's Time War, he had come from...
Clear shifts of emotion appeared in the eyes of the three twisted beings: disgust, hatred, and finally, all of it turned to savagery.
They said nothing more.
In an instant, they launched an attack on that