At night, he returned to Dark Night City.
In his room, beneath the faintly flickering candlelight, Lynn sat cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed, examining the flow of power within him.
He had yet to recover to his former peak.
But after those two brushes with death, the flow of power within him had clearly grown stronger. And after he awoke this time, the two powers inside him had undergone some unexpected changes.
The most obvious was the change in their positions.
Before he gained control of trinity power, firstborn power had spread through the meridians of his entire body, centered on his soul, and held absolute dominance.
But now...
Almost all his firstborn power had gathered between his brows, or rather, in his brain, faintly forming a golden vortex. At the very center of that vortex was the dream he had created with himself at its heart.
Trinity power, meanwhile, occupied the center of his soul and body.
After the previous ascension, the fiercely burning sun had also become much more substantial.
And now...
The two powers kept to themselves.
Yet he did not know whether he was imagining it, but after this brush with life and death, he kept feeling that the two powers were showing faint signs of intertwining.
"Colossus, I can still feel you..."
He lowered his head, as though whispering to himself.
He gazed at his palm.
"Since Dreamweaver and the others could separate again after becoming a trinity, I believe that one day, once I truly understand this power, I'll be able to free you again and reunite you with everyone."
Whenever he thought of that scene, his heart still ached.
In this war...
They had already sacrificed far too much.
Lynn took a deep breath and forcibly cleared the distracting thoughts