The heavy rain washed over the shattered High Tower and fell upon the shoulders of that emaciated figure. His head hung low as he faced the distant future, his back turned to the drifting past.
It was as though every strand of fate had come full circle here.
Lynn stood there for a long time, staring blankly at the mud that filled his vision. An overwhelming sense of suffocation filled his chest, leaving him unable to speak for a long while.
"So that's why there was a Time War, why I went through everything I experienced in the past... is that it?"
Lynn spoke softly.
The girl glanced sideways at Lynn before her. A fleeting sorrow had passed through her eyes, too.
"Yes."
"This is the whole truth... you are the past he reforged. You are the right path he found through countless projections. And he believed that if you could reach the end one day, you would be able to take his place, take our place..."
"And carve out a true future."
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the darkness that filled their vision.
But it was too dark.
A darkness with no bottom, with not a glimmer of hope in sight.
Lynn clenched his trembling fists hard. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lashes quivering without cease, his face etched with the grief and suffocation of fate.
"But if he's already dead... then who was the white-haired man I saw in the River of Time?"
"You."
The girl looked sideways at him.
"From the moment I tell you this truth, you must shoulder the responsibility of defending history and bring all of this full circle. Their malice toward you has never ceased, because they know that if they can kill you at any point in the past, all the