Replace him?
How absurd it was, how laughable and tragic.
Could he really give such an order? Do such a thing?
He did not know.
Because, just as she had said, he had yet to transcend time. He had yet to become that so-called "future self," and perhaps once he crossed that dividing line, he would become someone entirely different.
After returning to Winter Spring Valley.
Lynn secretly probed the essence of the girl named Shanaier.
And he confirmed that the Dreamwalker had not lied.
For within her essence, Lynn discovered not only the bloodline aura of that Great Lord, but also three other familiar fluctuations.
Flesh, machinery, Psionics.
Three... in one...
It could even be said that Dreamweaver had used him as a template to create an identical vessel, replicating another version of him.
But her essence had been suppressed in the deepest recesses of her body, leaving her unable to wield the power of the Trinity or the Firstborn Power. Perhaps it was precisely this concealment that allowed her to escape the scrutiny of that Calamity and live among the masses.
She was his replacement.
The vessel that would have to be brought out and sacrificed once everything had succeeded.
That sacrificial lamb.
Night blanketed the sky.
In the moonlight, Lynn gazed at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed. Moonlight reflected in his silent eyes, and no one could know exactly what he was feeling at that moment.
Absurd.
So absurd that it left him feeling lost.
He lowered his head and fell silent.
He would not let her know any of this, just as he had no way of knowing what kind of person he would become in the future. Nor did he know when this course of fate would finally reach its end.