Those words silenced everyone present.
A chill ran through them all. Some clenched their fists, sweat unconsciously seeping into their palms.
So had fate favored them, or had it simply been luck?
Especially those in Team Two.
Once again, they recalled what Lynn had told them when they met in Curvature Space. Some had initially felt that their instructor was being overly cautious, but now, the memory sent chills down their spines.
Because if they had not called off the operation in time...
Or rather...
If they had been even a little later...
They shuddered at how close they had come.
And this reminded them once again that, although they had won almost every localized skirmish, an almost insurmountable gulf still lay between them and the army of that calamity. Their enemies could afford countless rounds of trial and error, but they had only one chance.
One wrong move could cost them everything. For them, that was no empty saying!
"It's all right. At least we saw through their scheme in advance."
Lynn adjusted the Monocle, his gaze calm.
"Since they've come out, they must have realized that too. Don't worry. Until the Truth God King intervenes here, they have no way to cross this boundless expanse of stars."
But Lynn also knew very well.
Once the Truth God King broke free of the Painter's restraint, their current advantage would vanish.
In other words.
They did not have much time left.
"Then what should we do now?"
The Self-Binding Angel asked.
A faint smile appeared on Lynn's face as he held the Monocle.
"It's all right. Since they've come out, we'll just have to give them a proper game."
"Dreamweaver, leave this place to me. You and the Captain will keep leading Team Two and carry on with our previous