Lynn's mind erupted with a deafening crash, as though someone had struck the back of his head hard with an iron hammer. He lowered his head, breathing in sharp, frantic gasps.
It was as though, at this point in time, the entire Main Universe had been reduced to the tiny patch of ground beneath their feet.
"This is the future."
The girl spoke softly.
"Nothing is left. Every struggle ended in failure. Every act of resistance came to nothing... Painter never awakened that Great Lord. Aivier died in battle. The Jailers were wiped out. The Legion was wiped out. The Matriarch, Titan Big Brother, Big Brother Awen-all dead. Every last one of them. We couldn't save a single one."
"We did everything we could. You became a Firstborn. Your power grew so great that it rivaled the Great Lord at his peak..."
"But none of it meant anything."
"Because we all live within this dream. No matter how powerful we become, we're nothing more than phantoms within His dream. We can never surpass Him. That is the truth."
Trembling, Lynn jerked his head up and said:
"What about Dreamweaver?! What about the Trinity? Those Outsiders!"
The girl turned to him, her eyes filled with grief, her fists clenched tight.
"You killed them before you even became a Firstborn."
A bolt of lightning split the sky, seeming to slash across his face as well.
His face went deathly pale.
"Ether died during the time in Hell. He never became one of the Mechanical Church's Seven Gods. He only came into contact with the Machine Intelligence Civilization by chance. After Miss Machine Intelligence died, we lost the authority of machinery completely."
"Blood Core died during the Battle of Heaven. A trace of his power became the vessel for the Colossus Civilization, but