"Big Brother Awen, why are you here all alone?"
On the walls of Dark Night City, Lynn found Sir Awen standing by himself.
He had not gone to the gathering. Beneath the light of the distant stars, he leaned against the wall, seemingly weighed down by worries. Only when Lynn reached his side did he snap out of his thoughts.
The night wind was bitterly cold.
"It's nothing. I was just thinking about a few things. Still, it really has been a long time since we all got together like this."
A smile appeared on Sir Awen's face as he turned toward Lynn.
Lynn came to his side and leaned against the wall, gazing at the shimmering void in the distance, his eyes filled with reflected stars.
"You don't have to wear yourself out so much, either. The transformation of the Main Universe is on track now. Although I still haven't managed to ignite blackfire in my dreams, with the amount I've accumulated, those Nightmare Demons are no longer on my level. They haven't managed to invade the Main Universe in years, have they?"
He turned and raised his wine flask toward him, showing his white teeth in a grin.
"So just trust me!"
Beneath the cold wind of the dark night.
Without his noticing, his hair had grown down to his waist. Perhaps it was because he spent such long stretches of time sitting on the Throne. Even if he cut it, the next time he awoke, he would still have a full head of gray-white hair.
So he no longer bothered with it.
But whether it was coincidence or a course ordained by fate, you were drawing ever closer to that figure from history. You were becoming more and more alike.
For a moment, Sir Awen fell into