Silence lay all around.
In the vast, shaft-like space, the Feather Pen stared blankly at that figure. From their point in time, only a few seconds had passed since Lynn had last appeared before them.
"Two years... later..."
He had clearly changed a great deal.
His eyes in particular seemed to have long since lost their former liveliness, filled instead with the weight of experience and resolve.
Those two years seemed to have made him grow immensely. He had shed his immaturity, transforming from a playful, impulsive youth into a true adult.
He was becoming more and more like the person before him.
That figure turned around and gazed calmly into his eyes, taking in the strands of silver hair over his forehead.
"It seems you haven't come to defeat me this time."
Lynn looked at him and said:
"I need your help."
He stated his purpose outright, because in this world, aside from that Great Lord, this man alone possessed an understanding of Firstborn Power that far surpassed anyone else's.
Even now, he would never dare claim that he could truly defeat or surpass him.
Lynn wasted no more words.
In an instant.
Surging Firstborn Power spread from his body, gathering over his palm like yellow sand. Then, within another year, that roiling sand split into countless tiny halos of light that revolved around him.
Those were laws, rules representing everything in the mortal world, separated out from Firstborn Power.
Lynn opened his eyes and said:
"Two years from now, I've more or less mastered the ability to separate Firstborn Power into its components. Although my mastery of any single sequence of laws still falls short of a deity with a Divine Spark, my understanding of the full-spectrum laws is already enough to give me a firm footing at