He understood immediately.
But just as he tried to call upon his firstborn power again, he discovered that his body was utterly empty.
At that moment.
He seemed to have become a helpless mortal once more, stripped of every last trace of supernatural power.
Above the cube, enormous eyes formed from lines appeared one after another, watching him from every direction, their dizzying layers overlapping.
"You can tell this is an illusion, but how will you break out of it?"
"You've never fought a true enemy from the Outer Cosmos before, have you? Blood Core and Ether have both lost their essence, so naturally, they couldn't gain much of an advantage against you. But I'm different. I'm still alive, and I'm still whole. You want to bind an outsider like me with this universe's power. Do you really think you can?"
Her soft laughter echoed throughout the cube.
The next moment.
Billions of spikes sliced toward him from every direction. Lynn immediately felt the agony of countless arrows piercing his heart. In less than a second, his body was sliced into trillions of particles.
Yet bizarrely, his senses remained fully intact, allowing him to experience that deathlike agony with perfect clarity.
Meanwhile, outside.
To Colossus and the others, Lynn had simply stopped in place for some unknown reason, making no further movement or response.
Opposite him, the figure composed of countless shards of glass bore a profound sense of regret.
She smiled.
And approached, step by step.
"My name isn't Dreamwalker. Like Blood Core and the others, I have a name of my own. You can call me the Dreamweaver Lady."
"Really, it's such a shame. In the blueprint drawn up by our ancestors' generation, the Lord of the End was supposed to sleep eternally within this dream, cycling over