Inside the empty metal room.
Silver Fantasy stood with her head lowered, leaning against the door. She had not gone to see him off that final time, and she knew this would once again be a war he fought alone. Even when they gave everything they had, they could no longer keep pace with him.
Silver hair hung loose, and the room was filled with the desolation of parting.
But suddenly, she lifted her head.
The cold wind blowing in through the window sent the long curtains billowing.
Her pupils slowly widened.
At some point, a brilliant light had begun to shine by the corner of the desk. That Divine Spark hovered there like a blossoming sun, as though it had driven away all the bitter cold.
It shone resplendently.
But when she rushed to the window and looked out, his figure was already gone from the drizzling rain.
An azure world.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes amid the dazzling light. The wild colors above his head were gradually transforming into a single hue.
He knew the Painter had been waiting here for him for a long time.
"It seems you're ready."
The voice seemed to sound right beside his ear.
When he turned, the figure shrouded in an azure halo was already standing there, so ethereal she hardly seemed of this world.
With his eyes open, Lynn reached a hand toward the distance.
"More or less."
Humm-
The Trident tore through the air, and he caught it in his hand. It thrummed with the delight of an old friend reunited.
In the deepest reaches of his soul, within the Golden Dream enveloped by the surging, immense Firstborn Power, the resplendent Divine Spark radiated vast might, yet not the slightest trace escaped.
The azure figure said:
"Three