At this point in time, his past self had only just begun igniting the blackfire, and for a long time afterward, he would remain hopelessly consumed by the severing of his faith.
That also made this the best moment for them to strike at him.
Because any later...
Once he truly ignited the blackfire, these polluters of time would no longer stand a chance against him.
"You're the one from after-that war?!"
A familiar, furious voice came from the Time Rifts.
Lynn looked past the Nightmare Demon facing him and toward the pitch-black Time Rifts. He said:
"Long time no see, Nightmare King. I knew we'd meet again."
After that war, when he had charged like a madman into the heart of that calamity, trying to wipe them all out, he had already understood.
They had all been projections.
Their true forms were not on this timeline at all. They were locked away at the distant end of time.
They existed in a different history.
And that was what Lynn found most ironic. Although they already stood in the future, the reshaping of all history had left even them unable to see what would happen next. Only after enduring his one-sided massacre had they finally realized, too late, that they could return to the past to change things.
"Lynn."
A voice filled with murderous intent came from the Time Rifts.
"I'm glad to see you too. What surprises me, though, is that the experience didn't break you. Based on what I know of you, shouldn't your first move have been to return to the past and prevent that cruel future?"
"Isn't that what we all want?"
"Change this history. And I believe I can promise you this: as long as you're willing to lay down this burden and stop opposing