This was the enormous gulf in strength between him and his enemies.
No matter how carefully he plotted, no matter how many tricks he used, they could always find ways to counter him and tear him apart.
Just like this moment. Just like right now.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
The figure in the black mist spoke hoarsely, as though offering one last shred of pity to prey surrounded on all sides.
Lynn smiled at them. Billowing dust in the interstellar void stirred his gray hair, but even surrounded, he stood tall and straight, without a trace of submission.
"This was always an unequal war."
"I was just thinking that if, one day, we stood on equal footing, I certainly wouldn't be the one who lost."
The figure in the black mist said pityingly:
"To borrow one of your sayings, the victor becomes king, and the loser an outlaw. There was never any fairness in this world. Besides, you've lived long enough. As the last Raven in this mortal world, the fact that you've managed to struggle on until now is a failure on our part. We mobilized the entire Divine Realm to kill you. That alone should make you feel honored."
The figure slowly reached out through the black mist and grasped the Black Sword, which seemed to echo with the wails and lamentations of countless nightmares.
The mist obscured his form, leaving him indistinct, like a death god from hell.
"But I think we'll meet again."
He spoke slowly.
"When my lord awakens, as a part of my lord, you may retain some of your memories. Your experiences will also become the final embellishment before eternal finality arrives."
There was no fear on Lynn's face, only a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as