At that moment.
He understood everything.
He had not stockpiled Sinfire because he needed to make room for an even more terrifying power. He had not refined his firstborn power because he had intended to sever it all along. Through a performance of despair, he had deepened and transformed the faith living beings placed in him, and set it ablaze.
Because he understood that true faith did not mean shielding your people from every hardship.
True faith meant getting everyone to willingly take up arms and face the enemy that sought to take everything from you, together.
And without a doubt.
He had succeeded.
The faith constantly gathering in his eyes was like an endless supply of firewood, kindling and sustaining the roaring blackfire for him.
"I told you."
Lynn's low voice rang out.
"I will cut you down again and again. I will show you that eternity brings you not only life, but fate. I will kill you again and again, until you loathe that eternity, until every time you see me, you feel like a mayfly gazing upon the heavens."
He abruptly raised the burning eyes beneath his hair.
In an instant.
Pitch-black flames consumed the Nightmare King's entire body. The cold and agony, as though they would drag his very will into a pitch-black abyss, made him let out a piercing shriek. But those sounds were soon burned away as well, dragging him into the abyss of terror.
Boom-
The Nightmare King turned to boundless, drifting ashes in his hand, yet not a flicker of emotion stirred in his calm eyes.
He stood in the silence of the void, the shattered Divine Realm serving as his final adornment. And as this battle drew to a close, he had truly crossed the boundary that had barred his way