That face was like a vision of someone long dead. He seemed more weathered than he had been a dozen years ago, gray now claiming most of his hair, yet those eyes were still so familiar.
So familiar that you could recall them day and night.
Countless snapping tendrils of darkness turned to drifting ashes in the burning Sinfire.
Just like in all those stories and plays you had seen, the young man who descended like a divine warrior suddenly appeared beside you at the final moment, catching your hand as you fell through the darkness.
You had never imagined it.
Sometimes, you even thought it was trite.
But when he truly appeared before you, you suddenly realized how deeply you, too, had yearned for someone like the hero of those stories to take you away.
Humm-
Countless black serpents were incinerated, and the burning Sinfire drove away all the surrounding chaos and darkness.
His expression was grave.
The moment he caught her as she fell from the air, an entire glacier seemed to flow through his eyes.
Was this a dream?
Or had you really appeared before me?
Only when his hand closed tightly around your wrist did you understand that all of this was real. He had truly appeared in this unending hell and erected that towering wall before you.
"Lynn?!"
The Nightmare Demons' expressions changed instantly.
But Lynn did not answer. His eyes were lowered, his face expressionless, yet the murderous intent surging within him was already like a raging flood.
He held her hand tightly.
She could feel a faint tremor amid that tremendous strength.
His hand was so cold, as cold as a volcano holding back its eruption.
"I'm sorry."
At last, she heard his quiet voice.
He was always like this.
He always treated