It felt like a dream spanning eternity.
Just as he once had, in the Void beyond time, he let his dream of Order approach Ascension amid that unconscious slumber. Everything seemed to have come full circle. In the end, he had returned here and entered that dream once more.
Only this time, it was the chaos of the Void.
No one knew how the future would unfold. Yet after all these upheavals, the Feather Pen felt genuinely happy for the first time, so happy that every smile brought an endless stream of tears.
Because the young man in whom she had placed her hopes had not been beaten down after all.
He might be lost and bewildered.
He might suffer heart-wrenching pain.
But the things that drove him to despair would ultimately make him stronger!
Sir Awen... Matriarch, can you see this?
Little by little, he is moving in the direction you hoped for. Even alone, he will never betray the trust you placed in him. He will forge a true future!
In the silence of the Void, she sat cross-legged before that chaotic dream, her head lowered, keeping watch over his years.
And she would keep waiting.
On and on, until the day he returned.
The vast darkness erased the passage of time. Beyond the mottled River of Time, everything was utterly silent. Only that immense, chaotic dream kept expanding, proof that he still existed, that he was still holding on.
Lynn had used his sole remaining Time Divine Spark to erect a barrier around her, shielding her from the threat of the Void.
She had never been able to bear solitude before.
But this time.
Her heart was filled with hope and warmth.
Yet slowly.
She began to cough.
But she quickly wiped the blood from her