Lynn forced himself to tear his gaze away from the countless images, his brow tightly furrowed.
Those images were still repeating those encounters and moments of waiting, over and over.
But in his mind, that shattered ring surfaced.
In the final battle in the Old World... it was that ring that had decided the ultimate fate of the Violet Great Lord and the Reincarnation God-King. It was the Painter... who had used that ring to bring everything in his past to an end.
And it was precisely because of that...
That everything in the ages that followed had come to pass.
Lynn suddenly found himself struggling to breathe. He looked up again at the repeating images, at that figure.
At that moment.
He felt as though he finally understood everything.
"He hadn't let go..."
"He couldn't let go..."
Because that girl had been there throughout his entire life, throughout his countless cycles of reincarnation. In almost every lifetime, she had held a place in his heart that could never be erased.
Yet in that final lifetime... he had killed her...
You thought you were going to die.
You thought you had to sever everything your past self had cherished.
You were going to walk this road to finality alone.
But had you truly let go in your heart...
Could you really feel not even a trace of heartache or guilt...
Lynn stared at it all in a daze.
"The Great Lord succeeded not because Fate's Ring actually worked, but because he managed to find this one weakness of his..."
He had made that linked chain of fate run through every reincarnation in his past.
What had killed him in the Old World was not that ring.
It was fate.
If you couldn't let go.
*How could you walk numbly