In the God King World, a golden storm stretched endlessly like a dust cloud that blotted out the sky.
He dragged his battered body onward, walking alone.
He was already far from the earlier battlefield, beyond even the reach of the God Frontier.
The howling wind slashed at him, making his robes snap and flutter.
Only now.
Did he truly realize how vast this realm was.
In every direction, an endless expanse of monotonous scenery stretched beyond sight. The raging laws were like knives, barring every living being that dared venture deeper, intent on keeping them outside this forbidden land.
The Silver Sun said:
"It's all up to you now. Hopefully, your primordial source can resonate with it from afar. Finding something those Nightmares have failed to locate for thousands of years won't be easy, especially with so little time."
Lynn raised his head and walked onward, step by step.
"If this is what fate has ordained, then I believe every step I take leads in the right direction."
Can you feel that call?
That primordial source that truly belongs to the Firstborn.
The storm swelled once again, engulfing him from every direction until he could no longer find his bearings.
The trinity power within him had been utterly exhausted. He was now like duckweed tossed in the wind, yet that also left him purer.
Suddenly.
He stopped.
It was as though the golden winds no longer barred his way. They became fierce tornadoes circling him, like sprites swaying in the wind, surrounding you.
He slowly lifted his head.
In his eyes.
A golden sun hung high above, facing him from afar, as though that vast sun had stood here for an unknowable length of time.
"That's..."
And in that hazy wind, he seemed to hear a voice coming from