By the time Lynn saw this, he already understood everything that happened next.
He opened his eyes heavily. Zuo Zuo's eyes were already trembling, and she finally understood the causes and consequences of it all. Those phantoms of the Old Days, that Old Gods War long since consigned to history-this was the past that had haunted them for so very long.
"So... it was after that... that he led all of Hell in rebellion? He was the one... who single-handedly set off that doomed... Old Days War?"
Because they already knew the history that followed.
The rebellion was crushed.
Almost all the Old Gods were slaughtered.
Their corpses became the stars that filled the sky above the black mist.
And, just as with everything else that had happened in history, no one in later generations remembered anymore.
Lynn said heavily, "Now I finally understand why Aivier withdrew from the world for so long, and why she ultimately... broke with her mother."
Because she had no choice.
Time had buried far too much of the past's weight, and only those who remembered knew how heavy it truly was.
Because, in the end, would you remain faithful to the ideals you once held, or draw your blade against those closest and dearest to you?
Lynn stared at his palm, unable to speak for a long time.
"And he chose this perilous path."
Zuo Zuo raised her hand, trembling, and said:
"But we already know how it ended! What I still don't understand is who killed him. Brain, do you remember? In those phantoms of the past we saw, he never appeared, not even at the very end. Instead, the one who appeared was..."
She could not go on.
Because there was no question that the white-haired man they had seen in those