That moment felt like a turn of fate. When Lynn caught that voice, all his past experiences, all his suspicions, seemed to echo through his mind at once.
The Flesh Dominator, the God of the Old Days, that war fought to the death without retreat, long since obliterated from history, Raven... him...
Everything he had experienced seemed to connect at that moment, leaving him almost instinctively gripped by a bone-deep suffocation.
Because.
He recognized it.
Because that voice... was his.
For a long time, Lynn stood dazed in the wilderness, watching from afar as that flock of ravens streaked across the sky and vanished into the distance.
And he finally became certain that before his life truly began in the future, his former self as Raven had lived through another life here in the distant past, one whose experiences had long since been forgotten.
"I thought that raven wasn't me."
"Or rather, I thought there were many ravens."
There was a trace of bitterness in his voice.
"Zuo Zuo, it looks like we're really going to witness a tragic chapter of history."
Zuo Zuo looked at his expression, momentarily stunned.
Lynn lingered there no longer. He left that raven's body, spread his wings, and soared, bursting out of the torrent of time once more to trace the years that followed.
And this time, he had found a clear target.
He followed the course of his fate.
When he descended at another point in time, the scene they saw once again confirmed his suspicions.
It seemed to be several months after the point they had just visited. There, in the depths of the North Sea, they once again saw those Gods of the Old Days gathering. Their meeting was very secretive, and many had not come in their true forms,