At that moment.
Lynn felt as though he had once again set foot in that terrifying, turbulent dream.
Those were His stray thoughts, the imprints left by the countless beings that had once been born and appeared within this dread-filled dream.
Just as that God King had once said.
Everything about you belonged to Him.
Every person, every event, all love and hatred, every parting, all your burning passion-everything was merely a chance eruption within His boundless, chaotic dream. Whether orderly or chaotic, we were all as pitiful as crawling insects.
Countless vast, chaotic Chaos Beings charged toward them.
They were ancient.
The Firstborn chaotic beings born within this dread-filled dream.
Bzz-
Colors of Chaos suddenly blazed in the girl's eyes, and those tumultuous, chaotic shadows were instantly driven away by her.
Because she was Painter!
Before she had even developed a will of her own, she had been one of the strongest beings of Chaos to fight her way out of that ancient, chaotic deep space!
And throughout the entire history of eternal chaos.
She was the ultimate pinnacle that any Chaos Being could reach!
And you.
Were nothing but a pack of failures!
The chaotic afterimages were cowed and scattered by her.
And in the next instant.
Within the surging black mist ahead of Lynn, one figure after another emerged, familiar yet strange.
He sensed the giant of Truth rising from that empty Divine Kingdom, gazing indifferently at the heavens. He saw Destruction and Creation emerge from ancient times, their figures constantly shifting among all manner of beings, as though countless forms from every cycle of reincarnation had converged within a single body.
He saw the ordinary woman at the end of Causality, her cheeks rotting little by little.
He saw that insubstantial silhouette rise amid the mottled