But Lynn still did not move. His head hung low, hiding his expression beneath his hair, and he seemed utterly deaf to the violent rush tearing through the air toward him.
When the Nightmare King descended once more at the head of the Nightmare Swarm, that figure was reflected in his eyes.
"Don't act rashly!"
He stopped the Nightmare Demons who could no longer resist the urge to attack.
He stared fixedly at that figure. For some reason, waves of indescribable dread washed over him, even more intense and terrifying than when Lynn had first ignited blackfire. It was as though the being before him was no longer human, but a natural disaster.
A long time had passed since they conquered Dark Night City.
And during that time.
They had also reached the area where Lynn lay hidden. But afterward, despite exhausting every means at their disposal, they had failed to breach the burning black wall that sealed it off from the outside.
Even when all their Nightmare Demons joined forces, even when they summoned the Pillars of Finality.
When their attacks struck that towering wall of blackfire, they vanished like stones sinking into the sea, dissolving in an instant.
And from that point onward, they had known fear.
Because they had finally realized that his willingness to sacrifice all of Dark Night City, to remain unmoved even as countless trillions of lives across the Main Universe were sacrificed, did not mean he was retreating. He was undergoing some kind of ascension, some terrifying leap that absolutely could not be interrupted.
And after repeated attempts to break through failed.
They changed their strategy.
Until they knew what kind of terrifying monster he would become, they had to seize every moment to expand their advantage in the Main Universe. As long