Sir Awen looked at the solemn Lynn before him. He had watched with his own eyes as that boy from Dark Night City had risen, step by step, to where he stood today.
He was no longer young, and it had become difficult for him to laugh and joke in front of them as he once had.
But there was no doubt.
He had gradually grown into a true leader.
"Leave it to me!"
Sir Awen accepted the order and immediately shot away through the air.
Lynn's gaze then fell on Silver Fantasy beside him, and he said:
"Miss Machine Intelligence, your knowledge and abilities in mechanics are better than mine, so I have a favor to ask. Come with me to the Chaos Corridor in a moment. I'll have Clown accompany you. If you can help me make some modifications to the Chaos Engine's structure, we'll stand a fighting chance even if the enemies from the Divine Realm really do come."
Silver Fantasy nodded and landed beside him, fully armed.
There was no doubt.
Compared with the unreliable Lynn of the past, she preferred him as he was now: clear and direct, without a single wasted word.
With the tasks assigned, Lynn looked toward his legion.
At last, a look of gratitude appeared on his face.
"You've all done well."
"Although every one of you is much older than I am, honestly, I'm glad I can lead you into this war. If we survive this crisis safely, I'll make sure every one of you becomes a Demigod as soon as possible. You have my word!"
The entire Origin Legion dropped to one knee at that moment, looking toward their leader with unyielding eyes.
Now, they were a team.
During Lynn's absence, they had trained day and night in the