He had never imagined that the first world he entered would be the very place where Feather Pen had once lived.
Everyone had died. Not a single person remained.
Lynn stood beneath the enormous, scar-covered stone stele, unable to speak for a long time.
But whatever the case, at least Feather Pen had brought Hell down at the last moment and saved her own life. Nor should she have to repay these blood debts. He would lay every death at the feet of that calamity.
And if this was the Divine Kingdom of Fate, then at least he could establish his position in the Divine Realm.
He waved his hand.
A map of the Divine Realm appeared before him, marked with the approximate locations of every Divine Kingdom.
The coordinates of Aivier's palace, his destination, had been marked with a large "X" in red paint. It was unmistakably Painter's handiwork.
"If this is the Divine Kingdom of Fate..."
Lynn's gaze flickered as he studied the markings on the map, his finger moving slowly from a corner toward its center.
To reach Aivier's palace, he would have to pass through at least three more Divine Kingdoms.
He put the map away and raised his head.
If that was the case...
But just as he was about to make another spatial leap through the Veil of Space-
A gale suddenly erupted within the city.
Lynn instantly felt a fierce, menacing aura rush toward him from within the city.
He whipped his head around, divine light blazing in his eyes. His first reaction was that his whereabouts might have been discovered, because that distorted aura was heading straight toward his current position. But he immediately stopped himself from making any rash moves. He soon realized that the aura was not powerful-at least, it